ninanevermore

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 )

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about my small town open mic that I have gotten used to performing at, and how I'm going to miss it. A Starbucks has opened in town, and Zebo's Coffee House is cutting corners to try to stay afloat. They don't want to have to pay the open mic hosts the $60 each Saturday for their services. I feel like a friend has died.

( A Muse named Happenstance )