Deep Thoughts

Pull into the driveway to a porch full of woman. I smell cigarettes and wine but  ask when will the music begin. This crowd is so different besides the binary pairs. Leggings in all patterns,  all the gem colored hair.  I recognize one man in a turquoise bolo tie tuning his guitar  under a sky of rainbow lights. But I get uncomfortable,  I know I don't fit in.  Deep Thoughts aren't cool enough my writing will never win.  Then pink hair walks up with a jar of moonshine, a silver velvet skirt, handing me welcoming eyes.  So I find a seat  I can stay for the show. Others are sitting on the ground this echolalia they know. She looks like Esso sounds She sounds like Apple feels She feels like Mitchell sings ...Hey mama won't you come down Hey mama won't you come down... But she was born from grace. 

Scored these tickets for free as I usually do in this town. I invited two friends who hadn't met before. They were drunk in love by the time we finished a pre-show dinner at the Dodo. By their tenth shot from the last glasses the restaurant had, I was getting antsy to leave and see who would be opening the show for Thundercat. I figured we would have some kick ass warm up dance music. But no, there was a stand up comic. Fresh idea Mister Thundercat but my white ass was tryna dance. I sipped some whiskey until finally they entered the stage. I moved in toward the center of the hot audience, looking around to see a completely male audience.  Always a new crowd flowing through Urban Lounge. Finally the dance party began. My friends were those couples you see a sloppily grinding on each other. It's fine. I had fun dancing by myself in the middle of the crown. Thank you for coming to town Thundercat. Hope you come again and attract some ladies this time.