Music
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dive bar bandstand
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the noise was full of alcohol
as the band banged away in the wasted atonal mix of drunks and bottles we played for most of two hours competing with the neon vibe of the juke box and a wide screen football game the bar stool gypsies were still downing their bottles and deep in the daze when I soloed my jam in the last set rocked my boot in three four lead the gibson’s steel strings reluctantly into the amp’s reverb eased up on the minor chords to let them breathe my voice graveled into the mic so close I smelled the whiskey disappearing on that stage I heard my words dance and die in the din nobody cared not even the band but I had sung my song and that was enough |