On zebra
He is thin.
He is tall.
His beard
-black-white.
He crosses the road
-exactly on zebra…
In his arm and on chest
-he carries a guitar…
Walks firmly and proud
-with guitar being gun;
-acts as if Royal-Guard
-of Lenin's Mausoleum
-Moscow's Red-Square
-or Palace of Queen,
-Buckingham in London!
He, guitar, neck-to-neck
-Headstock to sky
-strings face outside.
His fingers take their time
-as do his long steps;
-each of feet on a line.
His motions expose the
-music in his head
-sounds sweet
-and GREAT.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem