Air Man – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Jason Magaldi (four time winner) in action at the US National Air Guitar Championship.

“Eddie Van Halen possessed the fingers that launched a hundred-thousand air-guitar solos.” Chris Willman

Air Man

His hair dishevelled, pelvis thrust,
manic eyes, a demented look,
flaying the air for Strats and Gibs,
if anyone saw him he'd raise some laughs.

He's a veteran at twenty, he's played the Isle,
been twice to Woodstock and Glastonbury,
he knows all the licks and Townsend's kicks,
his heart soars as he climbs the breaks.

Crescendo comes and he's in the zone,
it courses his body and numbs his mind,
takes him away from his daily grief,
the household where no-one loves.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, life, music, poem, quote

15 responses to “Air Man – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. I wasn’t expecting that somber ending.

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  2. The ending sounds a little bit sad, but life not always gifts the best. xx Michael

    Liked by 1 person

  3. lync56

    Great poem


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