I just finished my background music shift at the local sushi place. It’s mostly a tourist hangout and, most of the time, I’m barely acknowledged. Every once in a while, I ask the owner of the place if I’m doin’ okay and he always says, “Man, they love you. They’re always complementing you on our surveys.”

That’s good to hear….but still hard to believe.

I step up and onto the stage. I take my seat behind the piano and I look over the 5 or 6 tables full of folks. I say, “Hey, there. I hope y’all are ready to enjoy yourselves this beautiful afternoon.”

Not one head turns.

I play 45 minutes to an empty patio but a group shows up for my last 3 songs. I finish at 4pm and I say, “Thanks for hangin’ out with me this afternoon. A great band will be startin’ up in less than an hour. Have a great time tonight.”

Not one head turns.


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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