January 24, 2009
Been home longer than a month.
Promised job never came through.
Happens sometimes.
Antonio’s moved in, too.
I’ve never known Mom to be so
Happy.
She sings in the kitchen while she makes dinner.
Feasts.
We eat leftovers for weeks.
I pick up some local stage work.
The crew there,
They never been on the road.
Most of ’em won’t get there.
But they dream anyway.
Dad wants me to move my stuff
Come stay with him.
But I’m happy here.
Getting fat.
Loving Mom like this.
When I leave,
It’ll be for a tour.
But right now, it’s fun to be home.
Toni
January 24, 2009 10:33 am
Good one!!!
bunnygirl
January 24, 2009 12:54 pm
Looks like things are working out at home for him. I’m glad!
Alice Audrey
January 24, 2009 1:37 pm
At first I thought “aw, poor Roadie” but by the end I turned around. It’s cool he is happy for his mom.
Petlula
January 24, 2009 2:21 pm
I like how this portrays the “story” and the feelings. Nice.
Celticangel
January 25, 2009 12:40 am
Roadie Poet! Yay! I love that he’s happy for his Mom, and content to be where he is for now.
rashbre
January 25, 2009 8:24 am
Hey – have you tried those new Sennheiser remote mikes yet? We were using them when The Mad were on tour and are thinking of getting some for christina’s next gigs. Havn’t seen you since that drinking session at The Blind Stoat.
Best rashbre
Thomma Lyn
January 25, 2009 5:16 pm
*grin*, I love Roadie Poet, and his poems are always wonderful. And I’m glad he’s happy seeing his mom happy.
Daisy Bookworm
January 25, 2009 7:50 pm
Interesting use of lines in this. Very well written, the message is very nicely conveyed. I really like this one.
Bobkat
January 26, 2009 9:49 am
I am so sure I met this guy while I was working back stage 😉