music man
he always traveled /
on long back roads / wearing leather boots / & a dusty coat
unlike most / he was
few to be free / born to discover / many melodies
thin & tall /
& most of all / wearing feathers / in his hair
tuning his guitar /
while sitting alongside a bar / turning other’s sorrow / into song
he loved little towns
with the strangest names / where none had ever heard him / sing & play
songs of cheer in
streets & cafes / songs of sadness sung with taste
thin & tall &
most of all / taking happiness to empty places
tuning his guitar /
while sitting alongside the bar / turning other’s sorrow / into song
he swayed / he sang / his angelic
voice / touched the roof of the moon
he danced / he laughed /
while crimson chords/ turned hollow hearts into whole
he‘s
the music man / he’s the one to add a tune to all that we feel
sweeping
us away / with so much to say / cheering up the world full of broken faces
he’s
the music man
he always traveled /
on long back roads / wearing leather boots / & a dusty coat
unlike most / he was
few to be free / born to discover / many melodies
thin & tall /
& most of all / wearing feathers / in his hair
tuning his guitar /
while sitting alongside a bar / turning other’s sorrow / into song
©2015 / J. J Brits
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