The House Guitar

Another song on another day
The house guitar rings out
To help the spontaneous
And the ill prepared
Always have their say

It’s body a tapestry of finger prints
It’s tuning off sometimes so much
The new player is known to wince
The house guitar hangs ready
For the next persons touch

Ready to help the next troubadour
Release their soul
And let their spirit soar
Never knowing who
Might walk through the door

A thousand different songs
Covers, one offs and originals
And still it’s repertoire goes on and on
This guitar shining out possibilities
like a bright star

More than this though
The guitar radiates the warmth
Of a thousand players
Detailing a history
That few will ever know

And a mystery
Who has used it before
Who will use it next
And whoever decided to tune it like that
The new addition is thoroughly vexed

But player after player
Leaves their mark
Leaves their spark
As someone might
Leave notches on a bedpost

Something special shared
By this guitar and them
And by us, the listener
All making a moment
More unique than a priceless gem

So, here’s to the house guitar
The beating heart
Of any bar
Something slightly
Magical

Dave James Horn ©

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