Saturday, March 25, 2023

There she is

Written while enjoying live music in the afternoon.

There she is,

Sitting in the corner,

comfortable in her space.

All the tables were claimed

so she took the leather stuffed chair

behind three men in cowboy hats.

Can't see the band

but she can hear the dobro wail,

the guitar punch out a rhythm,

vocals rise and fall,

a fiddle lead and fade,

and the bass keeping the beat.

During their break

two of the musicians visit with

the hat trio,

talk music,


and mutual friends.

She tries to listen in,

sips tea,

munches on lunch,

as their conversation drifts

in and out of her consciousness.

There she is

Sitting in the corner,

Blending into the curtains,

Savoring the moment.