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,
jams,
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.
