BONFIRE CONCERT

 

BONFIRE CONCERT

 

Late night

Land breeze

Light chill

Mellow.

Passing the bottle without sipping,

Sobering the other side of drunk.

Deserted by the smoke run,

Going easy on the blunt,

Bonfire dying down.

 

Feet in sand,

Heads on laps,

Some on shoulders, chests,

Arms wrapped around,

Hands interlocked,

Sitting between legs,

Under blankets

Listening to the great soloist,

Not as the gluttonous rock star,

But as the church choir singer that came before.

Mellowed by the high,

Beach side,

At his purest,

Bare voice,

Backed only by the sea and his guitar.

 

BAD GIRLS AND THE MUSICIANS WHO LOVED THEM

 

AMAZON LINK

SMAHSWORDS LINK

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/253490

 

KOBO LINK

http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Bad-Girls-And-The-Musicians/book-8kdeN4jcC0eXjw5gjVM3Gg/page1.html?s=DJQGTi9SbUGCjYoskDBVig&r=1

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