three fingers

Buckethead

Three fingers on a swollen
Hand beside a dented garbage
Can a blind man staring
At something only he can see
I spotted him like night
Sky plotted and star struck
Sits at alone, eats at home
Rafted in a sea of blackness

He rattles his cup
Just enough to call your bluff
You can't pretend you didn't see
Him catch his smile in the rear view
Out of the blue his guitar entered hard
With three fingers he plays
Praise what he says might scare you