A blue grey smoky air rolls over faces

while voices speak in a hush

as the band breathes between songs.

Exhausted heels and tired ties

melt into chairs without music;

uncomfortable, they wait with

anxious fingers tapping and shoes

looking for space.

Slivered clear ice rattles like chains

in glasses of promise,

as a captured crowd holds space

in quiet weakness.

Notes begin their drift

from stage to faces awakening

to the push of life

as the dance floor fills with


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