I slept with my guitar last night.
It was the closest thing to you.
Closed a cafe down
In a sleepy town
I may be poor but
I’m making tips and a half
Leave them in my hat.
5 o’clock shadow tells me
It’s time to go home
I fight rush hour traffic both ways.
I don’t need deadlines
For you,
You don’t need to make
Headlines in the news.
I don’t care how much you make.
I don’t care if you make mistakes
My fingers have travelled miles
On my guitar for you.
The only spotlight is the moon
The wind sounded like cheers
Luke Samra is from Kalamazoo, MI. His work appears in The Tipton Poetry Journal, FishFood Magazine, Local Gems Press (Bards Against Hunger), The Charleston Anvil and Flying Island. Luke is a tennis instructor and musician.