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