image borrowed from bing
Center Stage
Prepped and primped
so much powder
weighing eyelashes
but you never let 'em see you sweat.
A cold beer sweats,
already the crowd is alive
a stranger calls my name
I pretend not to hear it.
The boys think its great
as they hide behind guitars,
double bass drums
and sound boards
ready to bed
the first blonde, the first redhead
the first woman drunk enough
to forget she did not arrive alone
They're laughing
all ready three sheets to the wind
counting heads and counting dollars
running the bar into the ground
before the first set
where they will be the rock stars
and I will be...
a chick trying to sing Zeppelin
Rock on!
Natasha Head
aka: Tashtoo
Posted over on her site Tashtoo Parlour
Listed as #24 over on dVerse Poets-Undercurrents
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