At the Open Mic

By mark p

Sat, 03 Nov 2018
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At the Open Mic

 

I felt like Leonard Cohen,

An old guy at the feast

An old and ancient rhymer,

A preacher and a priest.

 

These are the new bohemians

Like we were long ago

Declaiming in this basement club

Like those who came before

 

I feel fired and inspired by them

The flame is passing on,

From Beat to Punk to nowadays,

The struggle it goes on!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

I love open mic nights, precisely because of the eclectic mix of performers.  Not a performer myself, but have enjoyed supporting friends and family of all ages, at music and spoken word nights.  It's wonderful that you feel inspired by a new generation, as I'm sure they feel inspired by you.

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I enjoyed your poem.

Jenny.