Gill

I waited at the crosswalk until the walk signal arose. As I was walking across, I noticed a man on the street corner with his guitar, singing. As I walked passed him, he kindly asked me if he could play a song for me. I, noticing his open guitar case with cash in it, politely told him that I had nothing to give him. "That's ok, really. I just like to play and see other people enjoying watching me," he piped up. "Ok, then. I'll listen." "Good," he continued,"I'm gonna play you a song that my buddies and I wrote on a road trip. It's entitled "Trip to New Orleans." He preceded to sing the song, quite well I might add. Others would walk by and pause momentarily and pass on. After he was through with his song, he introduced himself as "Gill." I stood there talking with Gill a little while longer. To this day, I can still remember the chorus of that song. A great song indeed.