I’m sitting writing on the roof terrace
I’m waiting for the open mic night start
It’s music night on Mondays and my biz
Is checking such nights out, not taking part
Not just yet anyway; still got to sort
Out an act, choose my best songs and rehearse
Till I’m blue in the face, so I’m not sport
For mockers, ignorers and chatterers
It’s hard to play properly, to learn each verse
Chorus and middle eight! I’m on the piss
Tonight, out of boredom. Will I get caught
Up in excitement at all that occurs?
Will the vibes be good? Will I choose to miss
This night in future? Find a lonely heart?
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