'Somebody Else's Blues'

It's cries echo out into the night
Amidst the glow of a spotlight on station steps
His clothes unkempt as he
Picking at strings, sits
Upon all that he owns
Worn but for the body he cradles
The neck his fingers caress
With utmost respect
Spilling out wordless thoughts
Emotions lingering in the air
Halting those about in their tracks
Feet held in its power, captive
The trams that pass by, a percussion to his song
Street music by neon light
The hope the city brings, and the sorrow of dreams past
"Taking the last train home" he sings
A prophecy of youth, a promise of the night
And beside him
His shadow rests, ever watchful
In a coat of black fur, loyal guardian
Of the life inside the guitar case