a good night
2001-06-10
"Saturday Night Blues Night at Anthony’s Market in West Point, MS"Time for the gig came and I was
lookin in from the back of the room.
Diggin’, listenin’, groovin’
I could see the best fan:
the dishwasher, I guessed
from the latex apron, didn’t mind
dancing in the kitchen doorway
giving us his very best
wet rag boogie.
My lorcet hadn't kicked in yet,
but the beer was good
and the blues were kickin me
all over, touchin me in places
my momma doesn't know I have.
My rough edges were sanded,
everything fit: laughter, smiling
faces attached to a mob
of people, the college kind
that swing their asses nice.
Felt like some 30's juke joint,
where everybody's sweatin'
dripping with heat and
drunk, grinding hips against
someone else's good time.
