Stop Staring at Me; or, I Just Came to Get A Beer
That guitar looks pretty
Waiting by the mini-fridge
Even though it sounds ugly
Beneath untrained hands
Heavy with potential
Tapped down with anxiety
And string-sore fingertips
Moaning out flat Ds
But
Like the words can’t write
She ain’t gonna learn to play herself
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I’m reminded of Kris Kristofferson saying that he could not play very well after being mistreated for dementia after a tick bite. He also started a song with the title: Empty Chair about his struggle. His daughter finished the song for him.
Wow! I hadn’t heard that story. I’ll have to check out that song. Thanks!