I was running out of magic
outside a wanna-be dive bar
listening to semi-bad folk rock
through the open door
I wondered why people love
bad music so much
in a sense
I guess
it makes sense
and why do the musicians
take themselves so seriously
do they know something I don't
and why is some asshole
fucking up a blues' standard
in the parking lot
how did it sound
he asks a girl
good she says
a dude in a black cowboy hat
talking to a middle-aged artist
about gigs and smoking a cigarette
is particularly annoying
the magic is long gone
I would go home if I could
but I can't
so I crank up Prince
shut my eyes
and try to let it wash over me
and it almost works
