Written by Margaret Price
One bar, or two, or maybe even three.
You sit and beat on barstools keeping time
To jazz or blues or even bad Bad Company
Drink beer and smile to say: “I’m here. I’m fine.”
“My boyfriend’s there. The drummer with the band.”
That charm you use to keep lost souls at bay.
Most times it works, but still will they demand
Concession that the world still spins their way?
Unwelcome? Yes! And almost never meant.
Be gracious, girl, it’s just a compliment.
Margaret Price is a mother, lawyer, and occasional scribbler.