POEM: "Going For A Walk"

Going For A Walk

                                       Pawned my guitar so many times
                                          It’s a crying shame…

Like seeing something
In the window that’s yours
But it’s not really a window
And yeah it isn’t really a shop
And yeah it’s not really yours
It belongs to a really big fat guy
Married to an even fatter woman
And yeah neither one loves the blues
The wind of the world against the shroud
And what's still left out there in the cold
If only you had enough for a hot dog
(If only they had better management)
Because of a rainy Monday afternoon
Because of the troubles of your own
Because it isn't your guitar anymore
And you're not really going for a walk
Money's not a mystery I need 5 dollars
Yeah the rhythm of this falling rain
Are in the secrets waiting everywhere.


© 2014 Rob Schackne