Music Man

I follow him to the smoky neighborhood bar
listen to his lonesome words mixed with people’s laughter
and the clinking of glass beer bottles
Let his solo guitar strumming wash over my body
and I’m gone gone gone
to a place beyond where I live my everyday life
His scratchy voice caresses my hard-bitten soul
and just for a few hours
I feel like a young pretty girl once more
and it feels so good
But when he stops I crash-land
and I know I’m just me again
And I want his music to be stamped forever like a tattoo
on my spirit mind body
What he gives me is a road beyond the one I travel
a place where I can breathe let go become
Call him a wonder
Call him a knight in shining armor
But sometimes God appears in the wiry form
of a rugged troubadour in a smoky bar
way down deep in an old wayside Florida town