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Saturday, March 13, 2010

Guitar Man

Guitar man play your blue chords for me.
I want to hear the story the road has put in your soul,
smoky bar melodies belted out in gravel.

Calloused fingertips glide as smooth as silk along guitar strings
making them speak a language that calls for feet to move
and bodies to sway in joined adulation of the rhythm.

Eyes close as body and soul merge with the music
playing chords fine tuned with life lived in highway stripes,
a midnight musician performing to the accompaniment of clinking glass.

Places you’ve been, people you’ve met, show up in your songs,
penned verses first written in roadside diners on napkin lyric sheets
a collection of tunes born from a heart in love with the blues.

Too soon it is time to pack up your guitar and head for the next city.
Goodbye guitar man, I will be here waiting to say hello once again
and to listen to the blues as only you can play it.

©Susie Clevenger 2010
Inspired by my friend Mike Zito


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