Thank you, Just Amy! Just what I needed! I sent it to almost everyone on my mailing list! May you have a wonderful week-end! I know I will since Football is over! Enjoy California for me!:)
Roadhouse Blues
He sat on an otherwise empty stage, a solo star,
in a tarpaper sided roadside bar closed for the night,
and picked the worn nylon strings of his old guitar,
venting his silent rage in each note with all his might.
Soulful, reaching, dragging memories out of the very air,
played from his heart alone, fighting the demons of his mind.
Bittersweet the music and the moods it evoked in him there,
and set the night alive, to dreams he thought he’d left behind.
His audience, Father Time and the Fates doing downtime,
the music of a soul held a power that flowed out among the stars.
God and the Angles had the tables on the left, tapping to mark the time.
the music left a better place in its roiling current in that empty bar.
The last haunting note hung in the quiet air of dawn for so long,
the tired worn player sat his guitar down and stood listening to the night.
He thought he heard clapping, he swore he heard the echoes of his song,
and as he walked from that small stage, he wore a unseen halo’d light.
