Out under the street lights

I’ve spent one too many nights

Chasing the neon gods of rock

Pursuing my craft instead of small talk

Like a street busker playing

Thinking the magic would be staying

Until one day I put it all away

Down into the basement to stay

After being told it was shaking the house

Scaring my daughters – I’d be quiet as a mouse

Marriage ended, visitation came and they found

My one remaining guitar and brought it around

“Play for us, Daddy please”, as we dance, “just play”

A tear rolled down as I played, nothing left to say