I've spent almost no time in casinos, and given my awareness of my luck at games of chance there's a good reason why. However, I have been a working musician on and off over the years and many of my friends are full-time working musicians (damn good too). So I respect the hustle and the need to pay rent and furthermore just to perform (hi, I have a poetry podcast, whatsup). So with all that in mind, I give you this week's debut of "House Band at a Casino."
OH - quick note that this week's poem has the theme music I created for the podcast playing underneath the poem itself. Seemed like a neat thing to do, a little experiment. If I had more time to devote to the podcast I'd figure out how to record something fresh to lay under the reading each week. But now I'm just rambling.
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House Band at a Casino
The dichotomy of the soul
That must exist for
the lounge singer
That unknown musician
on stage
at the casino,
the house band
in a house built
on a sketchy grasp of math
But the split
must run deep
For they ply their trade
Express their talent and
speak their vocation
But to a largely
disaffected audience
who are otherwise
consumed
By greed
or addiction
Rare is the soul
who just pops in
to hear the house band play
Thank you, house band.
Play on.
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