Bottles of differing heights placard the place
Bathed in singular sad yellow light
A guitar encased in black docile foam
Observes the lonely proceedings afront
Stated with finality its name and purpose
Counts the beads of sand
Running through its liquidy clock.
It stands with vulgar effrontery
Glancing at the golden glow of glass
And the slivery shine of plastic
Replaced by magnets and electronic impulses
It leans unperturbed in its marked spot.
The reverberating boldness and stoic coldness
Stares everything down into the bottomless abyss
Tied forever into its den of cobwebs
Tender and unatoned,
Unstruck and forever hollow.