at the bar, where
he's been nursing his wounds
after a long bored meeting,
Nick pushes himself to his feet,
wandering over to
the cigarette-scarred
piano
where Jesus is
slowly plinking
out
'in the still of the night'
putting a dollar
in the chipped glass,
he begins to chat
with the guy
who can do wonders
with just a few notes;
nodding slowly,
listening carefully
Jesus looks up
and smiles:
'my man,
you need a new dance partner!'
nodding to the corner;
as Nick turns,
he sees Spirit
waiting with open arms
'but, Nick,'
Jesus whispers,
'you gotta let her lead . . .'
as he swings into
a bluesy
'i could have danced
all night'
(c) 2008 Thom M. Shuman
he's been nursing his wounds
after a long bored meeting,
Nick pushes himself to his feet,
wandering over to
the cigarette-scarred
piano
where Jesus is
slowly plinking
out
'in the still of the night'
putting a dollar
in the chipped glass,
he begins to chat
with the guy
who can do wonders
with just a few notes;
nodding slowly,
listening carefully
Jesus looks up
and smiles:
'my man,
you need a new dance partner!'
nodding to the corner;
as Nick turns,
he sees Spirit
waiting with open arms
'but, Nick,'
Jesus whispers,
'you gotta let her lead . . .'
as he swings into
a bluesy
'i could have danced
all night'
(c) 2008 Thom M. Shuman
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