During yesterdays walk for #31days, I found myself walking through a local park, a hub for the transient city folks.

I got a few hellos, an invite to join some for coffee, and a nod from a gentlemen on a park bench, protecting his closed guitar case like it was a newborn baby.

When I asked him if the melodies inside were waiting for a rainy day he just shrugged a bit. He seemed keen to play so I told him I’d do another loop and pass him by once more, enough time to get his guitar out if he chose to do so.

Upon my return, I was greeted with the most seamless chord sequencing flowing from his grubby calloused hands. He was playing Cowboy Shit and had he sang, I imagine he would have sounded exactly like Kenny Fiedler himself.

I felt like I entered a different world for that brief hour and he took the time to give me a glimpse into his. I hope he shares the sound of that pawn shop Yamaha 6 string for many others to hear.

#bitsofbeth