Celtic Music

The crowd at Murphy’s Inn
was huge and celtic
meaning every generation was represented
little kids, grannies, poppas
guys in plaid shirts and muscles
babes in little string-held tanktops
with lots of wild hair and ‘tude
and the preliminary solo act
was just finishing up
and they were diluting the lights
so the place was dark and rainbowed
and the emcee was winding us up
and I was standing in a too-warm
leather jacket and brandishing
a half-full bottle of
Sleeman’s Genuine Draft ™
and jammed standing against the bar
beside an extreme blonde chick
who was hugging everybody but me
and I was just beginning to wonder
how far down the eaglewing tats
that disappeared into her tanktop
went
when I noticed a little kid
spinning around the dance floor
in the changing colored light
having a whale of a time
and as the band struck up and blew us away
with its wall of sound that ran the gamut
back and forth between celtic rock and klesmer
I watched the kid
maybe four years old
flying over Scotland.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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One Response to Celtic Music

  1. Stephanie says:

    I particularly love the last line of this one!

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