My friend played guitar at a Mexican restaurant and nobody gave a shit. |
David's his name and songs are his game We grew up together; two birds of a feather He asked me to watch him play guitar at a Mexican Restaurant not so far from home, why not I thought and agreed As I had a night to fill and a mouth to feed So I drove over to Pueblo Viejo Where the waitress es bonita, but the bartender muy feo There he was David, jamming and singing Old rock tunes that set my bells ringing I ordered a margarita with salt on the rim and ate chips and salsa while listening to him play the Beatles and Dylan While I was eating and chillin' Over time, I noticed a repetition of deafening silence after each rendition In fact the only sound I could hear was my own clapping hands, the sole cheer offered to Dave for his solo gig while each patron ate like a pig and failed to acknowledge his presence As if his music lacked the essence to garner even a second clap From a young lady or old chap No one cheered, no one booed They just ignored and ate their food They drank cerveza and talked Then paid their bills and walked without a word of thanks to the man So I decided to become his biggest fan! I clapped and whistled; hollered and cheered Each time louder, every time he appeared My voice went horse as I got as drunk as the proverbial plastered skunk Dave's set was over and he walked to the bar Where I was seated, too drunk by far to say much but, "great show, but the crowd sucks." "I'm the only one who gave two fucks!" "What's the sound of one fan clapping?" "Me cheering you while those fools were napping." Dave looked at me with disdain Like an ulcer caused him pain "Those fools can ignore me all they want. I'm practicing in public at this restaurant. I don't need a cheerleader, thank you Jim." I had never seen this ungrateful side to him. I left the pub and drove off in a mood Pissed off at Dave and his patrons brood I never really liked his music anyway I prefer to watch drunk women sing karaoke |