Cocktail Lounge Debut
Flowing down his cheek, perfusly,
sweat.
His attitude bleak, confusedly
windswept
In surround sound, his name,
his call to fame.
So many stories, poetry tales.
"Loves Mystical Fable"
Limited only one,
NerVouS.
He walks with pride, head up.
Composed in his
confidence.
His breath on display,
amplified.
His voice starts in disarray,
terrified.
Takes a deep breath,
okay!!!!
Smooth.
His voice crisp,
words on point.
The audience settles,
a picture forms.
Quieting the critic scorns.
They felt him.
he no longer feels meek. Inspired,
by a standing ovation.
A show again next week, he's hired
Prepare for a mental vacation!!!!!
...........:JP)....7/09
Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2009
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