Guitar Man

Almost dreaded
Messy filthy
Chocolate mane comes
Down to shoulders.
Meets a sea of faded
Red blue orange
Wool topped with tawny
Straw hat.
Great black frames, engulf
Eyes, prevent tracking
Trails of pupils,
Never know what they
View.
Pink chapped hands
Pick at strings til
Drop of blood flows
Downward, down to concrete, hits.
Small price paid so
Soul notes rise out of
Guitar, thrill out of
Car trunk, open on to
Gravel coated public parking.
Jean legs kick
Bare feet miss
Sky by hairs.
Shutter click,
Camera kiss,
Moment when
Traveling child found room
To sing his journey's
Nursery rhymes.