Preamble to a First Date

Last night, besides being April Fools Day, was the first Open Mic of the month at my small town coffee shop, meaning that my favorite host was running the show.

Tom thinks I'm brilliant, and I adore him for that. Poets get so little respect, it's nice to have someone tell the audience that they are "in for a treat" before you take the microphone. I like to have my ego stroked as much as the next person, maybe even a little bit more. When the only thing in your whole life that you are any good at is something as useless as poetry, one little compliment goes a long way.

( My Open Mic Redemption )