My guitar is out of sorts today

My guitar is out of sorts today
While I am out of tune.
Too sharp here, one flat there,
Nothing in between,
Like a fresh air sandwich

Easy on the mayo with
Lean mean leaves of lettuce
Talk about it on a day
When the sun is rhyming and
God is in her heaven

Above the big blue beach globe
Bouncing along the sands of crime,
Buffeted by the winds of small change,
Half a smile beyond the point of no return,
In to the big stew yonder.

With the rest of us,
Contemplating our naval defenses.