Photograph by Peter Mutschler
Poem by Lydia Roemer
10/15/2025
Playing His Guitar
Another night for
another dollar to hold
Playing his guitar
Playing for money,
But also for his own heart
A steady strumming
Calms his weary soul
A hard days work, but also
His one true calling
Playing for people,
In the bright lights of broadway
Or simply right here
Singing for people,
Signing record deals for fun,
Or under the sun
He doesn’t care where,
So long as people listen
And are somehow healed
Healing peoples heart
This, this is his true calling
Lifting others up
He strums his guitar
And sets it down in its case
Ah, well done today