Poem-A-Day

The Aging Guitarist

by Tom Harmon

A dusty chipboard case 

stands in a corner

untuned Martin, yellowed setlist inside. 

Once they made love, bodies entwined

fingers coaxing songs that soared

and he sang

while voyeurs at the café’s tables 

witnessed. A soul emerged.

Now he rests in a nearby chair

and nods off  to dreams of applause.

~

For more than 50 years, Tom has worked as an advocate for individuals with disabilities. He lives in Wynantskill with his wife, Sara.