Guitar Man
Taps his foot to the music
Frayed boot heel wiggles against the floor
Fingers, as comfortable on frets
As his legs are in jeans
What does he sing?
What is that sound?
History weeping through
Oozing out of dry crevasses
Days in the sun created
Poems written on wrinkled paper
Songs sung to walls of fallen plaster
Large women clap approval
Hoping to take a piece home
Frequency broadcasted to a crowd
Listening ears, watchful eyes
Curtains moving with the fan
Breeze blowing in the street noise
His howling is overruled
Painting by Hyatt Moore
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
Published by Shannon Laws
Like my writing? Want to hear me read my poetry? Please visit https://chickadeeproductions.bandcamp.com/releases
and download some today. Only $1.00 a poem!
Shannon Laws is a Pacific Northwest poet. Her story-telling poetry has touched many hearts and minds. She is the author of four poetry books, the most recent “Fallen” published by Independent Writer’s Studio Press. Shannon has received two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Community Champion Award for promoting local artists on community radio and encouraging peace and understanding through community poetry events. She makes her home in Bellingham, Washington, USA.
View more posts
shannon p. laws 