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/