Shit, The Battery Light’s Still On

“Good job,” she said. “The folks at my tables liked your music. I liked your music.”

I counted my tips and packed up my gear. I filled out my work slip and gave it to one of the manager’s, Erin. Her baby brother was killed in a car accident a couple of months ago and…I like her and I hate that it happened. She hugged me and said, “Be careful out there.”

I double checked my calendar hopin’ I made a mistake, my old eyes tricked me, and I really did have a Saturday night gig….but my page was blank after 4pm. Nothin’ goin’ on for me.

Joey was spendin’ the night at a friend’s so I was on my own.

I noticed the battery light on my car’s dashboard was on when my phone rang.

I met Shep for coffee at The Waffle House. I was hungry and had a Chili Cheese Omelette.

Then I went to his office and used his wi-fi and tried to download video of my new band onto a promotional site. No luck.

Then, the woman whose family I just adopted called me from Costa Rica and said, “My first class was long but I’m going to like it.”

Then it was time to call it a night.


About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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