Guitar Of Carm Poem by Gio Masserati

Your Guitar playing
Brings even the weepiest
Of weeping willows
To a reverent halt

Astonishing!

She said so

...and sometimes
Rarely
She even sheds tears
Maybe had a drink
Or two
No beers
Just a martini
...and sometimes not

Salud!
To Guitars
Well played
My friend

Let's drink
Sing
Dance

To the Guitar of Carm
For all the chords
Guitar solos and songs
Your hand has played

My ears
And others
Long to hear
Your songs
Playing
Guitar of Carm
In future years