We excused ourselves
Showing a deaf ear
to the mumbles of those we disturbed.
Wine glasses had to be replenished
while still swaying to those rhythmical sounds.
All the chatter was about how good part 1 was
it was now but a sound in the head
What would part 2 be like?
Anticipation can at times be exhausting?
The explosion of applause
tells us the lights have dimmed
we return, gratified from the bar
excuse ourselves again
still turning a deaf ear to the mumbles.
What are intervals for we ask each other?
Other than disturbance, elbowing your way to the bar
Idle chatting with strangers
and of course imbibing.
If you discovered poetry on stumbling on this piece
please share your thoughts, I’d be delighted to read them.
(c) Chris Black 2017.