We were kicked back upstairs to the hot room (a head-banger band downstairs), Ed, Keith, Thom & I hung out talking trash until "Screamer" showed up & she joined in too. The tour bus never arrived, nor any of the poets who read Friday night at the Fuze Box, so we went on with the open mic without a sign-up sheet, starting with
I followed with the recent (typed, laser-printed) "United Flight 302," then a poem in hand-written draft in my poetry workbook just burst forth today on my porch based on reports of coyote-sightings in some of the affluent suburbs, "Coyote."
As I finished Bless wandered in "just to listen" but there was not much to listen to except the thundering from downstairs. I must say Keith's new sound system is very crisp & I look forward to pushing poems through it in a more congenial setting. Check AlbanyPoets.com for a calendar of events.