As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Street Musician



Beating dusty notes

From your guitar

Like an old rug

Your rhythmic plaints

Push against the wind and

The street noise

Until a few trees are shaken

And green leaves fall

Into your basket

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  1. AnonymousJune 4, 2011 at 10:07 PM

    Wow dad this is awsome did you Make that

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