open mic

I sit behind you, your head bobs up and down

your feet manipulate pedals

sustain, reverb, percussion, a looper button

welcomes a band inside your head

I cannot see your fingers, your face,

your mouth, eyes staring off in space

how many hours of practice led you here

to play for me, for them, for yourself?

here, in this place and time – where

connections are made while coffee brews upstairs

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