Three fingers on a swollen, beside a dented garbage can,
A blind man staring at something only he can see.
I spotted him like nights sky, plotted him, starstruck.
Sits alone, hes at home, rafted in a sea of blackness.
He rattles his cup, just enough to call your bluff.
You cant pretend you didn't see him, catch his smile in the rear veiw.
Out of the blue, his guitar emptied heart.
With three fingers he plays. Prays what he says might scare you.
FtW
