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 rain
She knelt down beside my cold bare feet
Then gave me a silver chain
 
I told her I could not accept it
Its beauty matched that of her own
She told me to wear it till next we meet
And I’d never again be alone
 
I have not found her by searching
For thirty three months to the day
Traveling from city to city
Playing my heartbreak away
 
I returned to play on the sidewalk
Outside that same small café
Where the owner had once belittled my art
And told me to please go away
 
I played a few tunes in the sunshine
A larger than usual crowd
My cup running over with kindness
While the people were singing out loud
 
I glanced inside the window
The café was filled with pleasure
Sitting inside at a table for two
I found my hidden treasure…
 
She motioned me to come inside
And sit with her for tea
We chatted about the months gone by
And how great our lives could be
 
She touched the silver necklace
I’d worn since that first day
She said that she now owned this place
And wanted me to stay
 
As fate would have it, she could sing
Like angels from above
We found the music in our lives
And shared our lives in love…
 
My faded denims fit me now
My paper cup is gone
I no longer sleep on fire escapes
But still anxious to welcome the dawn

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