Off to the Key Of ZZZ's


 

Wednesday 2:30 A.M.
my calloused fingers
at long last cease
from stringing my frets.

My last vocals
end in a rather loud yawn,
much like the sound hole
on my sunrise colored

hummingbird guitar. 

Four songs written,
lyrics and music
committed to memory,
as I head for
the key of ZZZZZ's

My guitars all lounging
in haphazard poses,
like roadies sprawled
in exhaustion minutes
after the stage was set.

These are my
brothers-in-arms,
sculptures of wood,
chrome, and steel
frozen here in
a moment of weariness,
after years of striving
to Roll the burden of Rock
up a very steep
hill to fame.

I write for
peace of mind now,
blending a piece of my mind,
with the music in me.

The crowds have
long fallen silent,
the green rooms
only hold blues.
But I am content,
as I go to chase
dreams beyond
all reality
that only sleep
can bring.

©-MFB III

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