Saturday, October 31, 2015

Waiting for the next act...

Staring at a staircase,
in a chair, not looking at the crowd - about face.
Blaring trumpet laid to rest for a horn’s sake.

In a chair, looking over there,
what’s got you so intrigued that you got to stare?
Is it the stairs?  Are you pondering how the next performance will fare?

Sitting in a chair made from corduroy,
it’s no longer the 70’s, we all miss those pants so heavenly,
bring over your immigrant courage, take down walls and make border-noise.  

Pick up that trumpet and battle the snares,
Turn stares into smiles, make them cheer for a while.
Blare-wit-punch!  Steady your nerves and overcome the Blair-Witch-Hunt


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