Three fingers on a swollen hand
Beside a dented garbage can
blind man staring at something only he can see
I spotted him like night
Sky plotted and star [bad word] Sits alone eats at home
Drafted in a sea of blackness

He rattles his cup just enough to call your bluff
You can pretend you didn't see him
Catch his smile on the rear view
Out of the blue his guitar entered hard
With three fingers he plays
Praise what he says might scare you