Mike Hauser Poet Free verse

The Guitar

I found this old guitar
In a run down thrift shop store
R.J. were the initials scratched into the back
Could this be the guitar of lore

The guitar that Robert Johnson held
When he signed on the dotted line
Here is the music you live for son
But from now on your soul is mine

The very same blues guitar he played
Like there was no tomorrow
Alas tomorrow for him came
Filled with pain and sorrow

I picked up that old guitar
Started out strumming a few simple cords
Laying around all of these years
It sounded sweeter than sin and more

I can't remember ever playing so well
As I watched nimble fingers fly
Don't know how long I'd been in the back
Losing all consciousness of time

When I found the old store keeper
Asked him how much he wanted for my find
He said it looks good on you son
It's all yours...
If you'll sign on this dotted line...

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Daniel Turner February 9, 2017 at 10:02 AM Play that funky music, white boy:) Enjoyed the read Mike. Play on!

Jeanie Bennett February 9, 2017 at 9:17 AM Don't sign, your soul is mine. This could be applied to many things in our lives. Buyer beware----

Cheryl Hoffman February 9, 2017 at 8:04 AM Hi Mike; I don't know if Robert Johnson is a real person or not but I fully understand the jest of your poem; case in point Led Zeppelin, etc. etc. Clever creative write Mike! ~Che :) Mike Hauser February 9, 2017 at 8:32 AM Robert Johnson is real and is said to have sold his soul...very interesting story and outcome