Blues and Whiskey Music

The lights go up
The audiences’ back straightens
As the curtain rises
My strings tuned to
Pefection
I lick my lips and walk
Up to the mic
Ready to take the night
With my song to say
My say to sing
My voice to be heard
In this very place

The audience looks rich
With opinion
They’re eyes deminish me.
Smirking I say, “Good evenin’ gent’s, who’s ready to dance?”
Whiskey breathing soul from the stage.
My attire, my beard acts as the sin
Dazed and puzzled, the Tuxedos wrinkle
As the men sit up, as if in protest
I start, adding a sound to the unrest.
Starting off with some heavy blues
Adding a tune to the riot
Shouts are thrown, as the diamonds
And silk gloves come off.
I continue
I play the bar with a smooth soul
Belting from my guitar
They charge the stage, men of society
Becoming men of anxiety
The blues I learned as a kid
Explode from my finger tips
They reach out their arms
Grab for the plug to end this sin
Their bellies betraying them
Holding them back from the end

Trotting back, I go through the riff
Giving the audience a gift
Something they never heard
Back in the Theatre of the Absurd
Pausing from the violence

I stop
Looking around at the audience
Waiting a measure
Waiting
Waiting for treasure

My hand swifts down
And the strings sing
As the room explodes in dances
Dances only done with blues and whiskey.
The Society Men relish in the rock
Relish in the thought of shock
As they see my fingers walk the frets
Glasses are poured, the night is fortunate
To be the at English Parliament