This Saturday night bar scene

usual as ever, the late night

drinkers, coffee sippers and

smokers stand and sit in their

little clusters, within the foggy room.



The bar staff, ever smiling,

trying to please their clientele,

cold pints, hot food, sweet music,

the singer, slightly off key, trying

to keep the night swinging, unfortunately.



The man in the corner, drifting,

slowly into slumber, alone

for one more night, regardless

of those around hI'm, the pint

warm, the food cold, the man warn.



So the song ends, the awkward clapping

smile filled face, exit stage right,

the next guy up is new to the

Saturday night bar scene, hI'm and

his girl. Up on stage for a song.



They sit, he smiles and welcomes

everyone to listen for awhile,

returned by shuffling and scoffs.

The unknown duo being reminded

of the crowds standards of music



She starts, hit a high note,

leading hI'm in, matching,

lifting each other, telling

the story of their travels,

hardships and refusal of glory



Her solo breaks the verse,

with everyone hanging on,

waiting for the end. Filled

with emotions that had been

long since forgotten and abandoned.



They come together for one

last tI'me and finished on

his last word. Silence flooded

the bar, his lyrics fresh in

their minds. They Clap.



His bows and she leaves

with hI'm. The women ask

his name, about his life,

a lady or a wife, he smiles

"I've got grace and I'm filled".



The women shrug off, leaving

hI'm to her, his Grace.

The one to never leave hI'm.

They were together though the rough

starts, and will last to the last note.