Monday, July 28, 2014

But I got his guitar

 I knew someone who played guitar.
I bought it for a 20.
 I thought he'd do it all. But me?
I'd end up not doin' any.

 I found him just the other day.
Upon that world wide web.
Figured he'd be dead from drugs
or a rich, rich man with plenty.
And me on the other side
The man who'd not had any
But there he was alive
and well not in some exotic clime.
There he was looking back.
A victim
Economic deeeecline.
And here I am with stories.
As rich as any vagabond.
And there he is some Sansom
with all his hair long gone.
Writer Ann  7-28-14

But I Got His Guitar

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