I remembered a photo I took of this woman and put on Instagram, but I deleted the original shot. Please view the link, if possible, because her image inspired my following this prompt.

https://www.instagram.com/p/8yPvv1gfQA4jpmv5eF1giLmDJ-gwST0Xwf_Fg0/

If there’s sun, I’m playing.

Doesn’t matter where. I go where I know I can get some bread.

Today it might be an intersection.
Tomorrow, it might be some bar.
You’ve never heard of half the places I’ve played.
And, you probably wouldn’t want to.

My girlfriend hangs tough, man.
She knew what she was getting herself into, believe me.
I’ve had it rough, but she’s had it rougher.

Some guys come up to her, ask her if
she’s getting what she needs, you know.
All macho put-on.
I quickly step in.
“Yes sir, and are you here to listen or to mess with someone?
Because if it’s the latter, we will have a talk.”

She’s had it rough, but I’ll make it rougher
for the person who tries to hurt her.

We’re in this part of town as long as it takes.
Where are we going?
Where aren’t we going?

I’m not a Kansas fan, but, sometimes,
“Dust in the Wind” sounds like it fits.

I’ll go wherever.
I’ll play wherever.