First Night at the Brick House

First Night @ The Brick House

The Band hooked up, adjusted, and sprung like fire.

Chords reverberated, seeping

Through the walls and into the street.

The Brick House thumped.

Chord after chord fetched people to their feet.

A small stage filling the floor with

Longing utter ecstasy bodies jumping in time.

The Band cried, "Let's go!"

The music cranked and seethed, ever higher, ever stronger.

The licks became rolling water,

Flooding the crowd,

Caressing spirits lifting them from the earth.

The people writhed and pitched,

The music forced to a crescendo

Then falling, falling to a new groove

Washing the demons into the night.

Light filled the hall

The spirits of The Just heaved and jostled.

I met the crowd, center stage,

Smooth-booted and dancing.

My mate sat silent, observing in wonder.

She arose and we danced together.

The Hall greeting us,

Holding our visage,

Welcoming us to the fray.

Later with us, talking and philosophizing

The learned and the wise steeped in grain.

The Hall rocked. The bricks shook. The lights went out.

Too much Blues for the Fuse

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