Posted by: Reginald Cyntje | June 23, 2012

the jam session

it’s 1am.

the club is small
dark
filled with hope.
the first set is over.
the session begins.

1…2…
1234

we come to explore
we come to share
we come for community
there is very little fear.

the elder leads us
into unchartered territory.
“what key are we in?”

a few know
others learn on the spot.
eyes open
“damn who is that?”

123
the time changes
attitudes flare
brother
sister

we are here to explore
we are here to share
we are here for community
but,

1234,
567

the atmosphere
fills with tension
anticipation intoxicated
with music
class is in session.

123,
45

regurgitation?
others present new light
seamlessly seeking attention
the obscure
out shines the famous

are they battling?
feelings are hurt
as the music
takes flight.

it’s 3am
the rest room
broken
brains explode
epiphany
audience is sparse
more musicians
cold smiles
genuine
void of Serenity.

we come to explore
we come to share
we come for community

intensity
high art
the bandstand
you can’t find this in a book
everyone knows

look:
don’t get up
unless you understand
this is a jam session.

we are here to share
but don’t get on this stage
to masturbate.

there are 30 musicians
waiting to play
please
make sure
you have something to say.

we came to explore
we came to share
we came for community

money?

the band made
250

everyone disappeared

it’s 8:30am

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Responses

  1. I hear you brother!

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