Wager

He sat alone

On broken stool

Revealing soul

Or playing fool

His old guitar

Was polished bright

From that first note

He owned the night.

All eyes on him

All hands on beer

All ears amazed

From what they hear

The fingers bled

The soul was freed

He worked the neck

With lightning speed.

Then silence came

The tension, great

Their hands collided

Took the bait

The hat was tipped

He closed the case

A wicked smile

Came to his face.

That crowded bar

Belonged to him

And even though

The lights were dim

His shining face

They won’t forget

With devil’s coins

He placed the bet.

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