The Spotlight
By Tony Brunelle
Is she done yet?
Jenny Whatsername
jenny please we have all heard Chops
played so childishly on piano
let the big boys have a chance
Finally she is done
so I move frantically
as I am escorted by my instructer of sorts
and now It is my time In the sun
or at least the hot heat lamp in this dank church hall
Its my turn
to show the congregation
How
I
Break
It
Down
Not one not missed
not one chord askew
pretty damn goodfor an 8 year old
Applause!
as I lean over to the mic
that is on my guitar and say
“thank you, thank you very much”
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I like your poem ,
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This is a cool poem! You can really feel the excitement that you must have felt esepically in the 3rd stanza how you seperated the words. Nice job!
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