the coin is in the air

i have a friend

that plays the banjo.

i don't like the banjo.

it's annoying to my ears.

not my musical cup of tea.

but he's always strumming,

he takes it with him

everywhere he goes.

he puts a long

piece of straw in his mouth

and plucks away

like he's on a porch in the grapes

of wrath,

with the dust in the wind.

he's the banjo man.

but i have to make a decision,

either

the banjo goes,

or i do.

life is full of choices.

hard choices.

i've made more than

my share,  quite a few.

the coin is in the air.