Daddys Strings

The candy apple harmony
of my daddys plucked strings
I remember how special it was
to sit next to him when he would sing
His lips would curl
not quite like the Elvis
His foot would lightly tap
he was so into the music
-Thud Thud Thud-
right along to the rhythm
and beautiful beat.
whenever the radio would play
our favorite tunes
-Quick, whos this?-
-Elton John-
Then we would sync along with the
words of Tiny Dancer.
If there was nothing better to do
drop-d tune the master of disaster
capable of thrashing and crashing
the loudest of emotions
I was little, imagining thousands
of lighters waving in the crowd.
A Chip off the ol block
I demand that fascination
of sweet melody
bring the guitar spotlight
Shine it down on me