Troubadour Poem by Edwin Robinette

Edwin Robinette

Cumberland, Maryland

Troubadour



A poet, maybe
Words musically flow from his lips
A vagrant to anywhere he may travel
Instrument in hand, this city street urchin
Will charm away your change
Only to ramble onward, toward another nowhere

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David Desantis 15 April 2008

That was awesome! I really liked that one. As a guitarist, sometimes I feel like being a trabadour, many musicians/poets are always searching for something it seems. I'm new to this but check out some of my stuff if you get a chance.

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Edwin Robinette

Cumberland, Maryland
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