This is a sad poem Bob I like it but am not so sure about the last line. Bw
Sally J
>From: Bob Cooper <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: When Not Having A Guitar...
>Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2006 15:17:01 +0000
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>All coments welcome:
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>When Not Having A Guitar To Play The Blues
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>It might be thought when I walk the streets I’m a citizen.
>I’m even mumbled to in Czech. But even though I stroll quickly,
>have a casual knowledge of currency, choosing coins by touch,
>and seeing when the adverts on the Metro have changed,
>here is still elsewhere. I’m aware of swearwords, bus-stops, local pubs
>no-one here will know. And when the washing up’s done,
>my coffee’s cooling, I close my eyes, hear rhythms that need lyrics
>and in moments no-one’s aware of they get sung.
>
>Bob Cooper
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