Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Single Black Guitar
There he was, unmasked in blue jeans, an orange T-Shit and an orange cap. Playing his music probably hoping to sign a record deal at some point in his career. The empty black guitar case held the dollars, nickles and dimes donated by patrons.
Who can argue with cash? Especially in these times. Cash, no checks, no bosses, just cold hard cash. If I could only play an instrument.