Musical Hope

A hallow core made of oak
With one empty nut, where the string had broke
Abandoned on the streets, on the ground it lay
Basting in the sun, of this beautiful day

I sat in my Jeep, staring from afar
The heat radiating from the cracked black tar
I knew I had to have it, and have it would
I exited my vehicle, and it made me feel good

I approached it slowly, and lifted it with much care
I placed it in the backseat, on the cushion with a tare
I soon drove off, to my home I went
To a tiny apartment, with overdue rent

On my way there, I couldn't help but think
Of the time I was an musician, when life didn't use to stink
Like this guitar, I'm a little rundown
But with some fine tuning, I'll find a new sound