Sunday, 6 September 2020

5125 - Old guitar

My proper old guitar from ‘82
My first one, ninety quid from Birmingham 
When I was a student it was there too 
In shared houses and bedsits it would stand
Propped up against the wall, but understand 
It I never did. Couldn’t be bothered 
As usual, simple chords were all my hand
And brain could cope with. My approach was flawed 
Tried learning from books, memorise a chord
Pattern and thought that was enough. But who
Gave me advice? A guitar tutor man
I met at a medical trial who thought 
I should just jam to records, and that clue 
Led to tonight. Picked it up, played it. Wham!

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