Your Poetry Dot Com - Bathroom Musician

I had a neighbor
every other day, he'd sit in his bathroom
and play his guitar.
dude was talented no doubt
the catch - the bathroom was the only place
he could play.
Guess the soothing artificial light
reflecting in the toilet bowl
brought a one of a kind Inspiration.

He'd sit there, on the edge of the bathtub
door closed
and play for hours at a time.
You'd hear the neighbors applouding,
some even left little cards
and notes at his door.
I never actually saw the guy
but the girlfriend was cute.
Don't think she knew about his hobby
but from what we heard -
he was good in bed
loud enough to wake us all.
some guy came to visit him one day
said they were brothers
twins maybe.

The day he moved out
was like we lost a friend.
The folk who moved in
weren't half as weird as him.

This poem is Copyright © Emil