a tatted teen pulled a pointy guitar
off the wall, plugged in and shredded
away with tapped arpeggios, 3 note per
string runs, power chords, etc. It was all
too fast for me but dizzyingly well done.
nobody said anything after he
stopped playing. The cabbage patch girl
had been busy with her phone
behing the counter and the
shoppers were too occupied with
their own rock star dreams
to care enough to say anything
either. I pulled a steel-bodied
guitar off the wall, sat on the
stool, and played some 30’s
ragtime and then some Lightning
Hopkins licks with my index and
middle fingers while my thumb
beat out a bass rhythm. No one
gave a glance and Cabbage
Patch behind the counter
thinking no one was looking,
bent over and
shot a selfie of her fat
round ass.
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