If You Hear the Music

She said
I heard your music last night.

I know
 I said.
It was one of those nights.
Nights I don’t need.
I kiddingly added
Help me.

If you hear music from my window
and have time,
stop by and listen.

If I am drinking beer
listening to all those old
songs from the 60’s
or from people like
Shelby Lynn or Lyle Lovette,
just take my beer.

I’ll be okay
in a little while
as soon as I come back from the places
those songs took me.

But, please,
if I’m drinking gin
and you hear Etta James
or Tom Waits crying through
one his songs.
Never mind the beer.
Take my gun.

Michael Mathews
5:47 PM Sat