There he is again, the guitar playing dude surrounding himself with suspicious eyes. They don’t know what he will play next, they shift on the very spot they stand. This man, no name that I know of, yet he strums his melody of tunes, loud, crisp and bold. He has no fear, simply hopes for a few coins to be tossed into his open guitar case sitting near his moving feet. He shouts out tunes from country through to rock n roll. His audience is wanderers of the Village, lost in their own sea of despairs. He madly strums and hacks at his strings, no care in the world, happy, smile on his face and always open to a friendly share of words. His voice is bass, Johnny Cash his idol, knowing he has spent his time behind bars at times, freed, back on the corner belting out his lyrics. I sometimes toss in a few coins or a dollar bill, thanking him in my small way for being there for the many lost and lonely like himself. Cheerfully he smiles, his eyes all-knowing, wise, many years on the street corners of insanity. It’s just another day in the Village, where all the naked people shed their pretenses and walk among us. Some spitting, cussing the laws of the land, others simply being thankful to be alive for another day. I turn my head and a panhandler is about to place his cap in front of him, his cardboard sign in his hip pocket, I know the rituals, the desperate people in the streets, I see, I pen, I feel their pain. Many sleep under the bridge, hoping for a peaceful sleep, the lice will be their company, the raccoons and wild dogs their attackers. A fire is lit to keep them warm and fend off those predators of the night. I continue my wanderings, never knowing who or what I will come across next. Yet, my soul is full, I feel the aura of souls wandering around me. Not afraid, I’m in my element. Being human has its responsibilities. So many faces, all-seeing, all different, yet expressive they are. Stories unfold from many, none of us perfect, we feel each others pains and sorrows. Sharing when we stop for a time, knowing deep eyes, penetrating each others vulnerabilities, non afraid. Sensitive to each others journey, thankful to be alive for another day.
Vincent Moore March 29th,2017