past drunk
way past
the lot of us
stumbling in
darkened hole of a place
local dive
and we light up a table
it’s karaoke at the K.D.
someone hands me a mike
and I slur through
having to dig for glasses
cause I have no clue what I’m singing
and
then
the blond
glowing from across the room
becomes
stevie nicks
right before my eyes
and I watch the bit of light
between her lips and the mike
as she caresses the words
transforming
a lowly bar
into my youth
and
I love her for that
and I wonder at the magic
that is music
touching souls, connecting hearts
in two bit saloons
and I flick a lighter
for
stevie