The Guitar Player
his gear was packed and stacked beside the door
you can't enjoy the highs without the lows
The gigs were becoming something of a chore
the sameness had anesthetized the dream
til he forgot what he was pushing for
The waitress poured herself a short Jim Beam
he remembered when she fronted her own band
with headphones on she wiped each table clean
He'd left his cigarettes out in the van
he wanted to get paid, go home to sleep
next weekend was another two-night stand
He waited for the bartender to close
you can't enjoy the highs without the lows.
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