He sits on the sidewalk playing his guitar
While people pass by
Some have stopped to listen
Placing money in the case at his feet
Off and on others join him bringing
Horns
Flutes
Drum
Guitars
And other instruments
But most of the time he has played alone
He has had gigs
Weddings
Libraries
Bars of coarse
He likes playing out in the open
Watching the people pass by
He has made friends with some of them
His music is like poetry in their ears
The lyrics he wrote himself
Songs that touch on every fabric of humanity
Here he plays
Here he sings
To those who listen
A man of the world
A man and his music
A man and his guitar