Words of Wednesday 11.15.2006

it was a fine, fine open mic show the people gathered round
at least one or two I knew and so I bought a round
of drinks of beer of women speak of dreams of tale of whoa
not woe, yea whoa, I meant it right in case you didn't know
I speak it right, I speak it well I write as right can be
not perfect, I'd not dare to claim, but close enough for me...
Where was I? Oh, yes, we played in turn last night and music made
songs of here, and there, and naught and jams aplenty, quarters played
a diddle here, a strum, a chop nervous keys red hot
"That boy can play." "I know, he's good." Duets on the spot
mayhaps a shot at shows to come me and keys, no bass, air drum
just slapping rhythm on me gut in current lingo, "That was bum"
and lots of speaking, set me free into the crowd I am set loose
and fortune's happy foolish fiend a jabber Wop forsooth
a touring 'nuck from White North Great cool regulars to boot
a good time had by all but one not my horn that I toot
Tuesday here and yet to come upon this ride we go
come one, come all, and take a spin the Open Mic Live Show.