the musicians,
most grey or dyed an elvis
black,
still love the stage,
there they are,
guitars in hand,
strapped on and drums,
a sax player,
harmonicas too.
a fat man on a tall
bass with a beret
and goatee.
they play for free, for
drinks,
for raw oysters from
the bar.
they could go all night
if you let them.
but there's work tomorrow.
Saturday, June 17, 2017
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