Country singer on the train

There was a bush in his singing voice in those big lungs.
The twang of that country guitar really stung.
Gestures made sense as he turned and swung.
 The audience mimicked the chorus.

The singer's smile absorbed into a face full of stubble.
His partner still as he flew across floorboards, strange double.
He could steal the charge on a magnet with his charm.
Serenading the old tunes someone composed on a farm.

Clapping and humming the audience moved their heads to the background accordion.
The song ended and a money bucket passed begging more than we could afford.