Coffeehouse Blues

Friday night,

Sitting in the Undergrounds.

It feels like a coffeehouse

With the dim lighting

And the snack bar in the corner.

I'm nursing my hot cuppa

Earl Grey,

Steeped by myself

With a makeshift tea bag

Made from a coffee filter.

My friend Ben opened

And did quite well

With songs that were both

Heartfelt and packed with emotion ...

And rambling/Tom Milsom-y lyrics at times.

Johanna from Sticklips was quite good.

And Madeline and her bandmate Jacob

Did quite well, too.

I'm still nursing my tea

With two packets of Equal

Wishing she could be here.

She would love it,

Both the live music,

As well as my company.

And I would love hers.