Lloyd ‘s Schwarz

He was a tall rather thin fellow With a black jacket and shirt light yellow His hair hung long and gangly With a small set of eyes that he opened with surprise My eyes moved some focus on his beard For a short while It was as though he was hiding something? Then he smiled What was his story? Hidden there in all his glory He was well spoken in poetry verse He held a crowd with his eager expression With his quiet family confessions and humor his friend indeed where he continued to feed the the impatience of the listener Behind me an old man with rude sighs and an occasional burps I could hear his wife telling him to stop it as she slurped Even with these distractions couldn’t stop me from dropping my jaw and listen intently His story was his life observations That strung me with greatest affections (this poem is for a writer I met at an open mike)