And So This Is Christmas

I picked up a beautiful

Black Fender guitar

Two mornings ago

At the flea market

A mile down the road

From where I live.

I don’t have the faintest notion

How to play the guitar.

But it was stunning

In the bitter cold December morning.

Glossy black

Against a fresh snowfall

And it called out to me

And I negotiated the price...

I knew that I had to have it.

I do.

I bought it.

And for the last two nights

I have “played” it

In my bed

By myself.

It sure sounds beautiful.

It’s Christmas today.

I’ve been “playing” this baby

Naked in my bed

And it sounds good to me.

I truly have not the slightest idea

Of what I am doing.

I’m going by intuition.

And while this guitar

Is saying

“What the fuck? I had so much potential.”

I am sure that “it” and I will

Come around

Sometime

Down the road

And play some lovely music

That nobody else

Will want to hear.