after 3 hours of listening to karaoke
my thoughts were interrupted by
a dripping flame
but I’ve forgotten her name.
Without judgment I pretended to hear
her spoken words
without a comment of my own
considered our moments a loan
as life often does offer those.
Then suddenly she remarked
unpracticed a line
of poetry
which transformed me back through time
when I was capable of rhymes.
A dripping flame
at Lucky Joe’s
changed my style of written words
to include a name.
Ignited 