kat's cafe

7. the after-hours joint

“people fill every corner.

no room to breathe,

yet somehow it’s okay.

the drinks are poured,

the food is set.

the stage is lit,

the energy is palpable.

a meek body walks to the mic.

the air is hushed.

all voices melt into unified silence.

all eyes are on the form that stands so haphazardly on the platform.

they open their mouth and the band begins to blare.

open-mic night has begun.”

- To the aspiration and the dream in the heart of the daytime nurse…

(written by jazzhedrick)

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