end of the room in a hippy bar
place where the kids had defaced the poster
with better rhymes than I had to show
the guitarist from the band
set me up with a mic’ & speaker
as my friends & family came in to support
I started to read slow clear
fighting the buzz at the bar
voices talking over
& then the moment came on
the sounds got low
every now & then
came a yes! say it!
spoken not shouted & beers came over
at first from the owner
then the punters the people
(my own crowd too tight to buy)
hearing words they seemed to know
liking what I spoke to
while I learned to let the line speak for itself
& sixty minutes in I closed the show
my tongue dry & fat
it was time to drink the beer
finally let go & relax
