Dear Guitar Guy,

Everywhere in Bourbon St. last Saturday night
They played arrangements a tad too hip for us four
It was an act of nonchalant
that we strolled on that tiny Isle of Capri you were jamming on

While we sipped on our Malibu Rum, White Russian, Long Island, and sodas
we enjoyed your magnificent solos
and the (cover) songs you and your band played

It was sad that we ran out of cash that we couldn't buy you drink
If not we might get to know you a little better

...but maybe you prefer not to drink (or chat)
As we saw you outside during break all by yourself
just looking at the crowd all shapes and shades
as we excused ourselves to that famous cafe

So until next time, Guitar Guy,
if we ever come back to visit again
or when serendipity presented herself upon us
we'd love to see you play alive

Maybe you'll have a record deal, a big one someday
Just remember us, the youngest crowd on that bar that night
Watching over you and your guitar playing