*the Band Poem by Sarah Sisson

I step up on to the dusty stage.
The wires and tape fused to the weathered floor.
I look to my right and see the lights
that will soon engulf me.
To the left is an empty room,
still energized by last nights crowd.
Soon they will enter in.
Pressing against the bar and handing
their credit cards over for the
fresh tab for the night. Then, the early few
will watch the stage and smile.
Holler a bit; ask what we will play.
So then it all begins again.
The beaten dance floor, the women filtering in
with their small handbags and low pants.
Some start the party when they walk in
and those are the ones,
the ones that create the energy.
The are out there to have the most fun
and they want us to do our very best.
The guitar tunes, the buzz from the bass amp vibrates
and then the drum clicks off.
I welcome the crowd and then
we move into the meat of the night.

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