Friday, October 10, 2014

A memory

I've been over at the Toads again. Today's prompt is a video of a country music singer. It triggered this piece of doggerel.

I remember a night in a bar, far away
A stop on a road-trip in East USA.
A group of musicians arrayed to one side -
an eclectic group my companion decried.
A piano, a drum kit, guitar with a slide:
Their music was homely, a country-based thing.
But the lyrics familiar meant I too could sing,
so I had a great evening (my friend went to bed
and spent her time reading a novel instead)
I formed a fun memory, where sometimes I stray
 in my mind to that night in a bar, far away.
And when I hear bluegrass with twanging guitars,
see a real country singer with rhinestones like stars,
I'm immediately back to that music-filled place -
totally happy with a smile on my face!

9 comments:

snafu said...

I like.

Hilary Melton-Butcher said...

Hi Anne - loved the poem and yes I can see the dark, smoky, music filled bar .. must have been a fabulous experience ... one not to be missed ..

Cheers and happy memories - Hilary

Marian said...

love this, and the rhymes really work! i can see it, feel it, and especially hear it.

georgeplaceblog said...

Very nice. I probably would have been the friend reading the book and missing out on great memories.

Helen said...

Doggerel? Yours works ~ beautifully!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Very cool. In the '80's, I was part of a coffeehouse where there was the BEST live music every night - remembering always brings a smile. What a place!

Björn Rudberg said...

There are those musical -- totally unexpected usually -- when we came upon those gems of music that live with us for many years.

Gail said...

I was there.

Katy Magee said...

I've felt that feeling - stray road music, soothing something I can't identify, something tangible and permanent. Great poem.