There you are
Not knowing what to expect
There will be music
You’re in the park
Brought your own chair
A little early
Time to settle
The music begins
Keyboard, drums and guitar
The strumer sings
And very well
Has a range
From here to hell
All the songs
Jazz laced blues
Crowd goes wild
People dancing
Children playing
Birds flying
Quite the deal
Toilet rooms open
Being used
Probably because of
All the booze
Poured into mugs
Instead of coffee
Enthusiasm rings
Lots of clapping
Then rock-an-roll
A couple of polkas
Back to the jazz
Then time to go
The setting sun
Has us won
Crimson or mulberry
Extraordinary
Stanski
October 30, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 