Slam

...a first time Slam Artists gets more than what he bargained for...

 

Catcha whiff of rum~n~coke

approachin’ through backstage doors

Sweat runs into my eye

{shake it off}

So, I do

 

Hussy flies by me, tears streamin’

{booed off stage a time or two?}

Her boyfriend answers her call

{I'm on now}

{here goes nothin’}

 

"Streets hold and hide

Concealed visions of what could've been

Ideas flown by

Summer skies

Winter nights

And souls of sin

Pound that pavement poet!

Reveal your visions from deep within!

Ideas, don't hide!

Summer skies

Winter nights

Time to begin..."

 

Palms clammy, I let go the mic

A solitary clap sounds

Followed by many

{I'm flattered}

So, I bow

 

Hussy’s still sittin’ back stage

Her mobile lays broke by her feet

H*ll, she really ain’t all that bad

{I’m on now}

{Here goes nothin’}

Author's Note

Just a write hopefully full of nervousness as a first timer, love gone bad, new love found and over coming a fear of the stage...