Fast Food Girl

She serves up burgers and fries,
Fake smiles and happy lies,
“Would you like a drink?”
At least she doesn't have to think,
Just take the money, give back the change,
Don't worry if she's a little strange,
She serves up burgers and fries,
Fast food and happy lies.

She wipes the tables, washes trays,
Never has much to say,
Ask her opinion she doesn’t know,
"Is that for here, or do you want it to go?"
That's what you get from a fast food girl,
She lives in her own little world,
Serving up burgers and fries,
Fake smiles and happy lies.

She sweeps the floor, gets out the mop,
Cleans up other peoples slop,
Her hours change from day to day,
She doesn't care, collects her pay,
Knows in her heart there's so much more,
Says goodnight as she walks out the door,
Goes home smelling of burgers and fries,
Serves fake smiles and happy lies.

He Made That Guitar Sing

He Made That Guitar Sing
By Bonnie Johnson (Rivas)

I went to listen to his music,
Someone told me he was good,
Said he could really make,
A guitar take off and sing.

Looking like a young Chris Christopherson,
He brought those strings to life,
And made that guitar laugh and cry,
And yes, he made it sing.

As the sun set on pale pink skies,
He transported us in time,
To smoky rooms and champagne bubbles,
His riffs did dance and sing,

Right through your soul,
To tapping feet and hands,
Sitting still was not an option,
When he made that guitar sing.

When he put his guitar down,
You knew you hadn’t had enough,
He left you wanting just,
Once more to hear that guitar sing.

Walking out into the night,
The crescent moon above,
His music echoed in the air,
Yes, he made that guitar sing.