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A Sidewalk Player
by Dayvid Graybill

Saturday, May 29, 2010
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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A Sidewalk Player


It is always good for my soul

The Barista for lunch

Samuel was there

Guitar loud and voice out of tune


They know who Samuel is

People of this small town

Sitting in the shade

Playing his beat-up old guitar


He sings his heart out

Guitar case open wide

A sign says "tips"

Pasted permanently inside


His "set list" is not short.

I’ve heard he blew his mind

People say he drinks like a fish

Can’t find his way home


His cackly, off-key voice

Harry Chapin's "Taxi"

Sandpaper on my skin

Loud was Samuel


Maybe twenty people tightly

Around tiny round tables

Is all The Barista can seat

Loud was Samuel


Watching from under

My pulled-down Stetson

Behind dark shades

I listen to the noise.


He played Cat Stevens

He played George Jones

“Sir, do you have a request?”

Voice genuine and authentic


I mumbled Crosby, Stills, and Nash

He launched into “Southern Cross”

Beating up the song pretty badly

A dollar dropped in the tip case


Someone clapped as he finished

He glanced at me grinning

“Teach Your Children”

And people smiled.


He tried to mimic Mick on “Angie”

Voice cracking on the high notes

My foot tapped along

Dollar bills flowed his way


People caring for their own

A small-town sidewalk player

The rhythm, the rhymes

Samuel and the people


He sang from his heart

I felt the “Spirit” around me

A soothing ointment to my soul

Loud was Samuel


A new dimension

A place outside of time.

Singing “Freebird” badly

Sounding so damn good!


Loud was Samuel


© 2010 Dayvid Graybill

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Reviewed by Kathleen McDonald 6/1/2010
I like this work very much.
Reviewed by Dawn Anderson 5/30/2010
I love how you've written vividly, I almost feel as tohugh I were there!
Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater 5/29/2010
Lynrd Skynrd commands Jesus on a wing and prayer Freebird...I don't think Hank did it this way Waylon croons, Sidewalk Player showcases all walks of life, a song for a handout, maybe he walks across the street to the tavern, who gives a damn, he entertained for the better part of an hour! Beer in the morning, Tequila after three, Cat Stevens converts to Islam Moon Shadow after ten...Samuel Adams ale Walkin' After Midnight Patsy Cline...Happy Hour, Day!

Love and Hard Lemonade,

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