Delta Reign at Claire's by the Creek

The place seemed more crowded than it really was.
Boy Scouts had occupied most of the house.
And I had to wait for getting there thirty minutes late.
I loved sitting in the neat old rockers on the porch.
I waited and realized I was there alone.
I ought to be used to being alone by now.
Everywhere I go and everything I do, I do alone.
I should be used to being alone by now.
I ought to learn to live alone and quit trying to change.
The good Lord has a plan for me and that plan is for me to be alone.
Alone.

I got my table for four, but I was alone.
I was right there in front of the Delta Reign duo.
Benita and Pat sounded great tonight.
They do just fine as a duo.
The rest of the band really bring out their sound,
but they do well alone.
I had a bowl of gumbo that was not that great.
I have had better, sauteed shrimp, a baked sweet potato and iced tea.
The food was just edible, nothing fancy.
The big thing at Claire's is the buffet.
I try to avoid the troughs when I can and tonight, I did.

Not a soul showed up there to see that show with me.
I never expected they would, but it would have been nice.
And even if they were there, it would have been too much for me.
Too much company.
Too many worries.
Two little boys were there tonight.
They were there with their Mama's and Daddies and they danced.
They were thrilled to be there and the music took hold of them.
They made my night watching the wide eyes staring and seeing their
little bodies moving with the music.
Leave it to babies to save the day.

WPCannon
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26 February 2010