Knockout

Tonight he says he is a friend. He says it is so good to see you. How have you been. Thank you for coming. The crowd filters in the place fills up. His sitter is sitting with me and we drink at the bar. He grazes my shoulder and his looks beg my attention. We laugh about old times and his new album. We never mention my last night in LA. We never have spoken about what happened. He takes the stage and there is only standing room. He announces there are new songs and I smile along. But the lyrics sound so familiar as I realize I was there. I can't forget the details as they roll of his lips. Before he goes on he speaks my name on stage and says how the next song was written in my bed room though I didn't know it. So here is the beginning of my night.