Lawn acres veteran

About a neighbor I had in the trailer park

The same old sound filled the room
A jangling guitar intoxicated the air
Mumbling and stumbling, high as a kite
They all knew the old man was there

The man told many long stories
Stories as long as his beard
And his music was never boring
Though a chord you'd never hear

We knew he'd be back around Sunday
Humming some broken down tune
With a cooler of beer in his right hand
Trying hard to sing and croon

Reviews

[Passingdaze]

The 'he' in question here definitely has a boomin' beard...doodybomb...

[Ruth]

Interesting....a story like piece, told well and makes the reader feel the memories :) xx