The Silver Necklace

The Silver Necklace
 
I stood upon the sidewalk
Outside the little café
Guitar in hand, paper cup at my feet
Pretending I knew how to play
 
Faded denims, loose at the waist
A little undernourished it seems
But a small price to pay for freedom
Wandering in search of my dreams
 
I look as though I haven’t slept
Playing the cards I had drawn
I guess the fire escape made a fine bed
But I always welcomed the dawn
 
An old man paused and sang a tune
Appearing a little screwed up
But he sang like a happy canary
Then dropped some change in my cup
 
A small group gathered round me
Smiling while dancing their heads
A nickel, a dime, some copper, some wine
Even an old loaf of bread…
 
As I paused to gather my wages
A young woman arrived with the…