Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

No Room At the Inn

They play the blues on Thursday nights
And oh, we love to go,
But obligations in the way
Don’t often let us show.

Last night, though, we would have a chance
And left our friends behind
To catch up on the music scene
For which we’d often pined.

We got there early, but we found
All tables filled or saved,
The locals guaranteeing that
Our hopes were crashed and caved.

Dejectedly, we turned around;
Drove back to Hemlock Farms*
Where our buddies welcomed us right back
With warm and welcome arms.

*the community where we have a home

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Rico Leffanta August 31, 2019 at 7:49 PM Isn't that living the blues? Aloha! Rico

Robert Johnson August 30, 2019 at 8:22 PM Oh, :(, so sad and sweet, had to retreat. But nice to have good friends. That when you got back to your home. A welcoming amends.

Jan Allison August 30, 2019 at 6:26 PM aww how sad you missed out this time but try again another day and get there mega early but of course Ilene.. there's no place like home!:-) hugs Jan xx