We regulars are at the Blues Club again, late
We have nothing at home to keep us there
Sometimes alone with just the TV doesn’t cut it
Get away from my head, worries, anxieties
Here we have the semblance of community
We know each other, see each other,
Night upon night, care about each other
We do not see one another outside the Blues Club
With its semblance of community
Some dance by themselves, groove on the tunes, talk between sets
Dodging the desperate drunks
Accosting you down into their abyss
To but be with faces I know
The semblance of community
David Fekete 