Blue Base Guitar

I met this man playing a blue base guitar..
He wa sitting on the stool in front of this little Jazz bar
I inquired as to why he was outside poluting the air with such beauty
He told me "little sister, this is my public duty"
I smile as I listened to him tell his story.
He didn't sing to the song he played
Just said "listen to the base"
So I did and the words that I invisioned as the strings were hit...
When the tone dropped I heard the story of sadness
Like he went through a heart break and hadn't gotten over it.
He looked at me as he plucked the cords
A lostness in his eyes...
When the tone increased, more of an upbeat I felt the next part of his story
It was like something happened to him that made him happy
The quickness of the stringing made me want to dance
Then he slowed it down a little getting real fancy
Something like romantic..this was the part where I could tell it was about love
Ting, ting, ting.. listen to those strings
He switched the beat up once more..
Kind of made it sensual..
The kind of beat that makes your body move slow
This was about love making..
How it went from slow, to speeding up the tempo
Like he was going to the motion of the heartbeat; playing the base so steady
I met this man playing a blue base
He sat on a stool in front of this little Jazz bar
He strummed his story for me
It was about....
Heat ache
Love
Happiness
Sensual love making
Poetic story.. musically.. no words spoken
Just listened to him play..
Ting, ting, ting...went those string on his blue base guitar

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