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Air Guitar

When I walked into my corner store today
to get my customary usuals...
I was mentally stuck between a black mood
or a certain shade of grey...you know
that kind of grey that settles in with the fog
after a long night of rain kinda grey
While pondering my next item to purchase
A homeless man...the same man I always see
perched in the corner of the store,by the
freezie machine like some kind of crazed
Cockatoo ...was playing the air guitar
While Freebird was playing on the store speakers
Now, I must say I never would have heard the song ..
If I hadnt seen him there...fingers blazing up and down
his imaginary guitar...with his eyes closed I
Could see the passion boiling just below his skin
As I stood in line...I watched this mad man... this  
Momentary Genuis...spill his soul...onto the floor
Of a corner store....at 4 oclock in the after noon
I saw every hope... and every dream he ever had...
Play out... right in front of me
As each riff bellowed ....I lost myself in that moment
As I watched this man...play this song in perfect synch
To the music... shaking his head moving his right foot
while his left hand had his "Guitar anchored safely against his waist
and chest....
I watched this man...until the last solo
faded...into Roxanne by the Police...
I watched him ....until he opened his eyes
and with the biggest smile I ever saw.
He said " That there ... is a damn good song lil lady"
Thats when I knew... This homeless man...in combat boots
with his yellow stained shirt with two broken watches
on his arm...this man...had found something valuable
A secret... I didnt have....
He knew ...How to be free
He knew how to live his life...and play air guitar
in front of a store full of people...
and not care....
before I left the store...
I gave him all my change..not much
 A few dollars at best...
and he thanked me...and promptly left
to go to the liquor store around the corner
But who was I to judge...
For this man taught me something...
Freedom ...is a state of mind,so maybe
If I closed my eyes...and found that perfect song
In my head...even I
could air guitar my way...
Into a better  mental space.
Written by Firebyrd
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