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  The Guitar And The Pawn Shop
by Walt Hardester
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.

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Can't play the Blues

Maybe it was hunger,
Maybe child support.
Or that fine I had to pay,
In the traffic court.
Sadly then I had to use,
My very last resort.

My old and trusty guitar,
Had gotten me by before.
Not from getting paid to play,
But through the Pawn Shop door.

I took her in with much remorse,
And got my usual loan.
I didn't really want to cry,
So all I did was moan.

Leaving, I turned and said to the clerk,
"I'm glad you're not in my shoes,
But 'till a guitar's been in a Pawn Shop,
It can't really play the Blues."

©2010 Walt Hardester

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Reviewed by Axilea MU 7/27/2015
Very touching and pleasant, written with the talent of a narrative that feels really natural. It's an "old" post, but I love it!
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 7/3/2015
That's the saddest when this happened. That last stanza tells it all.

Reviewed by Free Spirit 4/11/2014
Very Crisp and beautiful
Reviewed by William Bonilla 8/1/2013
Outstanding write Walt
love these lines
"I'm glad you not in my shoes
But 'till a guitar's been in a pawn shop
It can't really play the Blues"

went to a pawn shop once when I wore a younger man's clothes
been paying its interest ever since.
Peace be with you

Reviewed by D Johnson 12/13/2012
Wow! I love this...especially that last line...well done.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart 10/16/2012
So true and so well penned Walt.
Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU 10/9/2012
"The Guitar And The Pawn Shop" sings and cries, and is heard by seraphic that play in the skies...

An alert that abounds in wisdom, and paints sentiments of pain and sorrow... "The Guitar And The Pawn Shop" glows on constellation Blues.

In respect and apprciation,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Amor Sabor 8/19/2012
This is excellent work. It is true...a guitar cannot play the real blues unless it has been in a pawn shop.
Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G 8/25/2011
AWE! This was really a GRRREAT Heart-breaking Poem Walt, I could feel your pain and your heart beating hard!
This reminds me of what Paul said one day, I will NOT pawn my guitar! EVER and I know he would if he had too, just like you did! but, no blues will be heard from that one till YOU get it BACK :)
So, that Guitar is your trust resort Eh, it's happened how many times? An angel owned that guitar once! I am thinking...

Hope all is getting EASIER "NOW"! and if not, I hope the answer is just around the corner!
Reviewed by Sheila Roy 4/13/2011
Love it, Walt!
Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse 11/17/2010
I would hate to sing these kinda blues
but I totally get..and hope the loan pawner
gets repaid to return the music stings

Two Steppin & Country Bumpkin Blues
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 9/22/2009
Very nicely done, Walt. I like the way this flows as well as the meaning in the verses. Love and peace to you,

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle 7/23/2009
Excellent work.Its always a pleasure to read your poetry,take care

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila 5/26/2009
Truth every word. Good job.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside 5/1/2009
:)))))))))) Smilin through the rain here, Walt! Can just here this done in Blues-style, too. Raw-to-the-bone honest emotion, yet with a backbone of resiliance and humour, too. And it sure does get us through those tough times... And now the Baby can play, eh? And then some, I'll bet. Love this, thank you. Kate xx
Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot 4/18/2009
LOL, oh what a cracka Walt, one which I can relate to.
Thanks for the Chuckle tonight,
:) Ch'erie
Reviewed by jude forese 4/17/2009
successful attempt in correlating need from want ...
Reviewed by stan nassano 4/16/2009
i HOPE this is an old memory,nice write Walt
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 4/16/2009
PLEASE tell this is JUST A POEM... :( will $45 help to get it back...heartfelt nostalgia...this one choked me up!!

Hope if not just will get it back PROnTO!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 4/16/2009
But unless a guitar's been in a Pawn Shop,
It can't really play the Blues."

And I hope you get her back, my friend.
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) 4/16/2009
Enjoyed very much dear man..nice to read you again..stay safe and well...Hugsss
Reviewed by Georg Mateos 4/16/2009
You have the temerity of show your face after so long time away? gimme that guitar because I know a good place where the sun don't shine to stash it!
But can't play the Blues is a regal entrance, back in the Den of many bards and poetesses, you are showing with this write your real colors, those of a very missed poet!


Reviewed by Jon Willey 4/15/2009
what a clever piece of work Walt -- a poem only one who has made the journey could possible relate with such great authority -- truly one of your best -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael
Reviewed by Stan Law (aka Stanislaw Kapuscinski) 4/15/2009
I just love the last two lines!

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan 4/15/2009
awe--as a guitar player and one who has known tough times--i can relate--well done!
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson 4/15/2009
Boo hoo, hope you get it back..
Reviewed by Felix Perry 4/15/2009
This is great Walt and is a blues song all in itself and would really make a great song. Well done.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack 4/15/2009
I sold my guitar too, back some ways now, but only got a hundred for her, though she was well worth a hundred times that to me...I feel your pain, but at least, unless someone else buys it first, you can get it back eventually...mine is totally gone...Ed
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 4/15/2009
Powerfully penned, Walt, especially in these hard times - I know. :( Well done.

(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.
Reviewed by Karen Palumbo 4/15/2009
Your words are truer than you can ever imagine. Let me see, was it Ledbelly or David Bromberg who was quoted as saying, "you have to suffer if you want to sing the blues".....

Be always safe,
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