Imagine being in a bar, not during the high time, but at low times. We have spent countless hours in the bars setting up, sound checking, talking, and networking. I was really inspired by the floor of these places as they all seem to look exactly the same. In addition to that it has a very similar scent. To me it is a very bittersweet feeling but it always reminds me of a show that is about to start as it is the first thing we are greeted with when we walk through the doors for the night. I try to give you a sense of this feeling in the poem here called “Fervent Thrust”.
Bar floors tell much more
That what I could ask for
In the corners where the light shines dim
Away from sweepers on the outer rim
Tells a story of many a nights
Careless dancers and crazy bar fights
The smell of beer and must
Bellows from the vents
Greeting me at the door
With a fervent thrust
Beer caps lay with hair and mold
All the shit here is more that a day old
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But this is the smell of music in action
I have found this true
Regardless of the disgusting reaction
This is where American music thrives
And discovers its sound
The walls have been broken in
It is a sacred ground
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The bartender wipes the deck
Getting ready for another crazy night
Turns the lights on low
And sweeps the dust below
Sound checks ring with the
Check 1,2 in the background
The band gears up for the party going down
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But in the corner of the bar
Is where you can find the filth of yesterday
The colors grown of black and gray
The sounds ring out and knock the dust from the table
