Journeyman jam on banjo strings
listen to the heartbeat of the thing
Strum and tap and play the tune
they taught you in the heat of June

Whistle and hum in rhythm and rhyme
hitting each note right on time
Sing out low and shout out loud
not even aware you've drawn a crowd

Day rays touch your static hair
dancing in step and everywhere
Forms are structured and yet so free
Your thoughts alive upon the breeze

The starlight falls to see you play
We collect it all to store it away
and return it on your rainy days
and drop it into your instrument case