the gig

She joined the clutter of stage

Confident, curious, charming

Peering around the crowd to gauge

If anyone would be too alarming

Just a safe crowd

Not proud or loud

There in the quarter inch cords & plugs

Last night’s lost picks and busted strings

Then surprise a too quick friend hug

Focus again and sound guy is just a ding

Just a ding ling

A ling a ling

Some people came for the music

Some just to have a few new beers 

Others smell of too much prozac

A few shots and they dance and cheer

Let’s get it on

And on and on.

So breaks comes around, sigh and smile

Sweaty and tired with adrenaline rush

Grab a beer, hide for just awhile

Then he comes up with a cutest blush

Just a kid yep

Too flip but hip

Stammers out a hello to her

Figuring that she’d be gone in a flash

He says there’s no hyperbole

"I like you and I'm not white trash"

What a new line

A sign or shine

He said you are cute, potty break

Off she ran pondering him in the noise

Wandered back for goodness sake

Instrument in hand finding my voice

Looked up no boy

No corduroy joy

The night closes like normally does

Teardown, friends, a beer relaxer

The quiet in the car rare because

He weaves into the song mixer

The solo crowd

Not proud or loud

by Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs 
dedicated to Jessie, Natalie, Jillian, & Sara