Long Poems About Guitars

He said he had it Back when
he was just a little kid.    
Way back in 56        

This old guitar..

Yeah I was given to
 by the toughest man
I almost never knew
 Cuz he put up with the struggles
and alone raised up his rebel son
Ya my dear ol onery dad
 was the only kid
grandpa had

Oh this ol guitar
it just does
 some-thing To me
cracks me open
like an ice cold
Bud light  
N I starting pouring out
 all the things on tap ,
that I feel inside

It...

Dedicated to Muslim women

By the fountain east of the Turkish border,  
My Muslim lover waits for me  
I shall be at her side before nightfall  
And I shall gently brush her face  
 
Something goes wrong with our rendezvous  
The rebels abduct me unexpectedly  
Somehow they think I am an informer  
 
Here in this dark and damp cave I pray  
I recall the nights I spent with my darling  
We had good times at the fountain  
How I miss the moonlight and my guitar  
 
The rebels are holding me in...

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...