Bass Man

I enter the dusky pavilion–
a stranger to all, save one.
The old wood stage
is draped with psychedelia
and bathed in thin yellow stagelight.

There on the left, the lead guitar,
tall and hip with cigarette hanging;
the hot-wired drummer boy flailing away,
keyboard guy in front, wailin’
out a tune.

And behind him,
standing straight and serious,
head bent to his work,
fingers gently coaxing
his sweet guitar
is my friend, the bass player.

I wave,
and he looks up
and smiles.



About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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One Response to Bass Man

  1. lcpknox says:

    I was just listening to an old Tom Waits song last night, and this reminded me of him!

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