a pulled tooth
a shit year
an hour to go

I waited..

it was open mic night

For some reason
‘No Point’ thought I looked
a little less lost than him

He stuck his chest out
adjusted his balls
and fiddled with his guitar

I asked him was he nervous

“no point” he said

They booed him off when he eventually got up

He found me again
and talked about his divorce,
the medication
and the kids he rarely saw

He said he was out of a job

After a while
he asked for guitar lessons
but said he couldn’t pay the going rate

I said I wouldn’t charge the going rate