Welcome Red

I know, it was just crazy.
I went out to take pictures.
I was just farting around.
Mostly just putzing and plodding.
I went into the store looking for a book.
I was only checking if they had Colbie.
Maybe learn a song or two by her.
When I am there I play with them.
How can I not take the opportunity.
It is just fun to do for me.
I played a couple nice ones.
The ones worth thousands.
They are always fun to toy on.
And then I ran into this puppy on the wall.
Ghastly, who would want a red guitar.
And then I just took it down to play it.
The action, the size, just right for me.
It was like it was made for me.
But I put it back on the wall.
I took down an Ibenez but still stared.
I watched Red like a hawk.
Someone else took Red down and played it.
Could they feel how nice it was?
No, because in 30 seconds they put it back.
I went back to the wall and took it down.
About 45 minutes later the guy working there came up.
"How do you like it" he asked.
I told him "It was going home with me".
It didn't matter that they had no Colbie books.
It didn't matter that I did not need a guitar.
All that matters is that my fingers hurt so good.