A transient crowd is passing through
The kingdom’s one and only food court
While the band puts their journey’s on pause
With jazzy, jammy, and bluesy effects
Meant to ease the week away.
The patrons nosh on a variety of foods,
Brisket, burritos, burgers, and pie
Kind of in shock at the range
The band has brought to their home.
I’m taking it in,
Proud to have contributed to the show
As my son is playing guitar,
Killing it with his band mates
Dropping the notes and beats
I love hearing.
It’s kind of crazy
When people walk by
And I brag a little about the guitar guy
With a Hawaiian shirt and bending strings
That fits so well with the popping drums,
And massaging bass.