I miss you, stage
I miss you, audience, energy, madness
drunk fans in the front giving me swigs
offering me tokes
I miss you, lovely night trips
through mountains and highways
at night.
To big cities, to small squares
in the center of small Sierra towns,
I miss you, music,
I am sorry that I was made
like this:
not a banker, not a lawyer, not a salesman,
not a businessman.
I am just a performer,
out of work,
who has tried to deny to himself
how much he loved it,
those nights,
your glow and sweat and laughter,
oh, what it was to love thousands at a time.
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