I see her every night in the blues club
There is where she finds community
Not a drunk, as I was, she is a regular
The bar’s her church she once confessed to me
She was dealt a harder deck that I was
Foster homes, running away, the streets
I had advantages of middle-class
Her past defines her life and who she meets
She holds out love and acceptance to everyone
It’s a sobering lesson for me
She even asks me weekly for a sermon
And each night demonstrates Christian charity
Jesus hung around with disdained people
And reached out with his heart to one and all
The blues club is her church without a steeple
The benefit from our relationship is mutual
David Fekete 