Poem for Sam Pacetti w/video

I was bumming around St. Augustine last weekend and wandered into an art gallery on Cathedral St.  The girl minding the gallery, Laura, told me about this great guitarist playing at the Renedevous Restaurant off Spanish and Hippolyta St.  This is how I was introduced to Sam Pacetti, one of the best guitarists I have ever heard.

Here’s a little poem I made up about Sam, in thanks for the great tunes heard over a few bottles of beer on a warm summer night:

Sam Pacetti

Are you ready

to roam on your guitar

For the gates are half-way open

And we don’t know where we are.

Sam Pacetti

Are you ready

The time is coming soon

When the gates will close

When no one knows

Where to stand come that High Noon.

Sam Pacetti

Are you ready

Over the clink of bottles

and the soft hiss of an opened beer

For strangers fall silent

Attentive and compliant

To what your strings need us to hear.

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