Monday - My Open Mic Comeback

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about how reading poetry onstage at a small town Bar-B-Que joint to rednecks is not my ideal venue, but that it worked out better than I though it could.

My small-town coffee shop no longer hosts it's open microphone, but one of the musicians who used to frequent it had been searching for another local venue since they pulled the plug on us all. Once he found one, Gary made it clear that he only wanted a venue for musicians. My poetic ilk is welcomed to come out and watch, but we need to stay the heck away from the performing area.

( Seducing Rednecks with Poetry )