his jazz guitar
seemed to sing
to them
a pied piper
of the neighborhood
so
they wandered
into his yard
mesmerized
by riffs of music
music
as foreign
as anything
they knew
they were
rockers
and these tunes
were from lost times
times when
folks sat
in garage bars
and their children
went searching for them
when something went wrong
heading down alley ways
looking and listening
for the music
that released their parents
from the pain of society
and gave to them
a brief belief
that things could be
and
would be
fine
in the future
but now
the tunes
reminded the children
that things
have not
changed