Monday, December 8, 2008

Busking

The story started that day in the park 
She had a guitar in hand. 
It was her first time busking 
Who she was, he was clearly in the dark. 

Strange to hear Dylan from one so young 
He won’t think twice it’s alright 
But that long red hair, reminded him 
Yes her name was on the tip of his tongue. 

He’s stood before artists in the past 
But this time he twitched 
His skin didn’t fit right 
Normally a just buck before he passed. 

This time he wanted to leave his soul 
He wanted to apologize 
He wished she was her 
And he could tell that he lost control. 

Hidden high schools wounds reopened
A twenty in a hat closed it 
A surprised musician looked up 
Having no ideas what just happened. 

Hey thanks, my name is Lauren she yelled 
He kept walking head down 
Suddenly screeching brakes 
But his life kept him self-propelled. 

Well she wish she knew his name, 
This busking is brisk 
And who knows who 
Smiling, she winked and played “Shame” 


 Dave Schipper (c) 2008 Rose Riversongs myspace.com/laurenzettler  Updated in 2022 http://www.laurenzettler.com/

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