Analysis of The Guitar Player

Greasy hair under his baseball cap,
day-old stubble on his double chin,
he picks away on his Gibson Guitar,
eyes half-shut easing the guilt
of leaving his family behind.

Miles of road ahead of him,
rain hits the windows of the tour bus,
he's seen them all----the farmlands,
deserts, mountains, woods and
skyscraper cities.

Booze and smoke cloud his brain,
he can't remember when he had a
home-cooked meal last,
he's played in all the honky-tonk
dives from here to there;
he still smiles at the pretty women
who give him the eye because they
love his music and masculinity,
he's the guitar player.