Soloist

Written by: Jack Jordan

Seated on the sidewalk, 
singing under his breath,
a soloist in gray & black, 
performing the hard way
for pennies in his guitar case.
          
Focus closely now   
on the brown fold 
of undershirt closest to his body,
the almost white of his eyes, 
skin burned red. 
Hope’s long gone, 
turned blue in the dust
of his visible despair.