Soundcheck
I haven’t been
On a dank creaky stage
For a while
And I want it
Now
The alchemy
Of sweat
And smoke
And beer
A welcome party
No alcohol
No piss
No lights
No highs
No soundcheck
No check
Never did it for the money
Though I need the money
I did it to live
Buddy said
To sing the blues
To take the blues
Away
So I did
But the crowds
The ladies and their men
The boys and their women
They make it happen
By the pool tables
On the sticky floor
Near the heavy bar room door
What it’s all for
What I would give
To give more to the people
Behind our music
Without them
We are nothing
