Superstar

On a dark rainy morn She wakes with a big yawn With no time to relax She slips into her torn rain mac Out the door with guitar in hand A day in the city is her plan Already half soaked she picks a spot Her stage was the front of a large shop Playing her homemade jingles and tunes Hoping to make a buck or two Seen as a public disgrace Police move her to another place But with her music so sweet A crowd gathered in the street With a feeling of overwhelming She sang and strummed into the evening The early dark nights draw in Forcing her to pack it in She picks up her Puddle filled cap Full of coins and cash And heads to her squat in the poor faction With a small feeling of satisfaction She practice into the small hours Hoping to bloom like a flower Will someone spot her talent filled shoes So her superstar dreams will come true