Conjuring the Lives of Paul McCartney and The Beatles

I’m bringing out the songs lingering inside as patrons in the bar gaze at me— I’ve been waiting for this night for the last two days. I am looking for the stars while singing from my heart. I sing I’ve Just Seen a Face something I first heard in sixth grade when walking into the classroom. Through the years it stirs sweet memories of women I met. I sing I Will, a ballad for women I’ll always love. People at the bar wave cellphones lit like lighters at a concert. When I sing Band on the Run by Paul McCartney and Wings a sense of wanderlust fills my soul to go back to my college town as if I could live my life again. I’ve been an aide to child welfare workers, a laborer, a temp, and poet, too. But now to the glow of neon lights I become someone other than my everyday self as music spells the night.