5W, 2X20
How big is the big night? How off is the off-night?
How sweet is the limelight, or would it be sour?
How far from the big deal, from the city that never sleeps?
How big is the free meal for us hungry little peeps?
Playing our songs, near empty bar in the off season - she and her party of four, corner booth all to themselves.
Two thirds of the trio, we were doing an earnest version of a Dylan classic
when she walked by and said “…I like what you’re doing”.
Even without the two twenties, the five words would’ve been enough.
After all, we split the tips three ways - buy a drink or two at the bar and there ya go.
But to be able to say - even years afterwards - that on a dark off-season night in a mostly empty bar
“...Patti Smith put two twenties in our tip jar.”
How far from the big deal, from the city that never sleeps?
How big is the free meal for us hungry little peeps?
Playing our songs, near empty bar in the off season - she and her party of four, corner booth all to themselves.
Two thirds of the trio, we were doing an earnest version of a Dylan classic
when she walked by and said “…I like what you’re doing”.
Even without the two twenties, the five words would’ve been enough.
After all, we split the tips three ways - buy a drink or two at the bar and there ya go.
But to be able to say - even years afterwards - that on a dark off-season night in a mostly empty bar
“...Patti Smith put two twenties in our tip jar.”
Five words and two twenties.
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