One For the Road
This evening hurts
I've grown rusty
quick wits groan
as curtains hide footlight
that makes its way
to stage
That voice - is it mine? -
grumpy, in need of... what....
and the audience standing around
stares confused...
fake popcorn smiles
in hot buttered nervousness
Wish they would give me one
to ease into fog
make them all go away
Wish I could play my violin
so no one would hear my
smoky rasp in the microphone
I burn up concessions
create wistful sunsets
at the very break of day
Fix me a strong one
for tonight and
one stronger for the morning
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