“fake part III”
Nice one!
A slap on the back
And a loud laugh that cracks the air around you
You were absolutely brilliant; I loved every moment of it!
A soft handshake
A folded note pressed into my palm with an email address and
a phone number
Don’t stop doing what you do!
The dry sound of pen scribbling quickly on paper
The ratcheting sound of perforation and the check is torn
off and handed to me
And I tell them all – I do it for the love
The art
Just for me
For the fans who can’t pay compliments or money
For the poor
The wounded
The children
The soldiers overseas
To impress the ladies (only partly joking)
Laughs all around
And the hollow slosh of libation poured from chilled bottles
And all seems right in my shrinking world now
I can’t believe I didn’t work this hard to make it at long
last
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