Sitting at the small table
at the back of the smoke-filled room,
no women in the crowd,
but a lot of older guys like me...
beer in a pilsner glass
in front of every guy,
some of whom have a hand
wrapped around the base of the glass,
foam showing inside the top of the glass
where the head has slid down
as the fellow has taken a taste....
Jody Miller on the stage,
singing out like an old-fashioned piano bar torch singer...
All the old guys nodding their heads
in time to the back beat of the song,
totally in agreement with the words,
in agreement with the heaviness
and the hidden meanings in each man's mind...
the memories, the hurts,
the smiles of life behind them....
it's all come back around to them,
right up to this moment,
as they watch her sing,
as she looks out and seems to lock eyes
with each and every one of us...
The delivery of the song, her delivery...
speaks volumes to us.
If we were to walk out at the end of the song, well,
the song would go with us and stay with us,
at least for the next hour or so.
It would be a welcome guest, welcome company,
and we would feel like a good friend
was walking with us, talking with us...
and we would still be thinking
about the things that song brought back to us.

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