Thursday, May 21, 2009

May 21, 2009

Hours in the car,
songs blaring, then turn them off
to hear my new one.

1 comment:

  1. This is the first draft of the song I wrote in the car:

    Open Mike

    They’ve got no velvet curtains here, no fancy lights.
    No drumroll when your moment comes along.
    Just an open space up front on every Monday night
    and a mike that they call open.
    I’m in the dark here hopin’
    I’ll remember the words to this song.

    My palm’s a little sweaty and my throat is dry.
    How can these few minutes seem so long
    Compared with all the years I’ve spent just sitting tight
    at desks and conference tables
    doubting I’d be able
    to remember the words to this song.

    Folks in the back politely clap. They’re in the dark.
    They mostly overlook what I’ve done wrong.
    But I can feel the thrill that rises like an arc
    When your fingers start to move
    and you’re carried in the groove
    just singing the words to this song.

    I guess my mind was opened at that open mike.
    I closed my eyes and felt like I belonged.
    And you could feel it, too. Don’t let it pass you by.
    Even if you take your time
    you could find a way to rhyme.
    Just remember the words to this song.

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