a bar room, on the east coast,
crosslegged and picking notes,
facing a hung crowd, torn
between looking through them
and staring them down – I am strung.
a bar room, on the east coast,
crosslegged and picking notes,
facing a hung crowd, torn
between looking through them
and staring them down – I am strung.
Ah, solo gig. Been there.
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