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
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The picture painted of a flash concert and a man that plays from his heart as a street performer. Nice
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I know and am friends with such a person. Very talented soul, professional artist, and a wonderful human being. Killer voice. Gene Taylor gets a name drop here! LOL! Well done on this, Tony! 🌹👏
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You are most welcome, Tony!
Tremendous convergence of arts here 🙏🏻🕊
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You’re welcome Tony🙏🏻🕊
What a lovely scene!
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How very beautiful and rendered charmingly with gorgeous imagery and a delectable poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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Music is his world Tony. There are so many fine players to be heard on the streets.
Andy
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Beautiful
Thank you
Your welcome
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