The Guitar Player Next Door by John Grey

 

She plays guitar
in the next room.
But, really,
her location varies.

One moment.
she’s in a Spanish bar,
strumming away fiercely
as Flamenco dancers
rat-a-tat like drumsticks.

And the next,
she’s in a Greenwich Village coffee house,
playing something folky.

And finally,
she’s hunched over her instrument
on the porch
of an Alabama shack,
picking the blues
out of those sobbing steel strings.

When she’s done,
she packs the guitar
back in its case.
Silence ensues.

She’s still in the next room.
But now she’s really in that room.

©2020 John Grey

 

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John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Transcend, Dalhousie Review and Qwerty with work upcoming in Blueline, Hawaii Pacific Review and Clade Song.

 

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