On a Train to Chi-Town

The Ball brothers
with two guitars
and an avocado
bringing people
together. Whispering
folk songs into
the night, as
chairs are turned
inward, eyes averted
from darkness.
Blocking the conductor's
path within a path,
our legs dance
between acoustic rhythm
and clearing the way.
John Denver,
North Dakota comes
and goes, add a
dash of Jose
Feliciano, who
brings shots of
vino to cap
the night. All
fears turned to
dust with help
from the bar,
and all voices
and talents
are heard.
First individually,
as I find
a guitar in
my hand, and
words flowing
out of my gut.
Long time observer,
first time performer,
splash of comedy
in a bucket
of rock, but
light enough
even for the old
folks with clapping
hands. Grabbing
hold of the night
spotlight, and shifting
it back to the
Ball boys, brothers
running the show.
The room becomes
a chorus lounge.
Voices vary,
souls harmonize,
the world listens,
and beauty speaks.