hungry hearted

You turned the corner at Antone’s after the Black Joe Lewis show Thursday night & I was leaning against the building as you approached. Our eyes met & locked for an exaggerated moment. It was like in a movie - how time stops when lovers meet. I couldn’t say who you were with or what they looked like. They cease to exist in my recollection.

You seemed coy, but your eyes spoke volumes. We exchanged smiles & a few sweet words as you passed. I saw you looking back at me, but I was too shy to say more. I held the moment for as long as I could. I can be awfully bashful.

I’ve seen you around before & we’ve had near run ins, but never spoke directly. There was that night when you showed up at that house party with Hacienda. You’d been drinking & I was sleepy, but you were standing right in front of me. Intoxicated by the Patron & the excitement, there was too much going on for us to really connect.

There was also that cold & rainy day at Mohawk when I was too busy herding my pals after your set to see you walk by. My friend Seth really wanted to know where you got that sweet denim jacket, the one with the plaid lining in the collar. Maybe we can go thrifting next time you’re in town? This game of cat & mouse is getting old.