Lucky Joe’s

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.

burn baby burn

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