Violin Warfare

Whole table loud, somebody spilled my drink Music too loud to hear

myself think Food going cold 'cause nobody sits Somebody starts laughing,

whole table gets hit Look to my left,

look to my right Everybody I wanted somehow here tonight Then something

clicked in the middle of that Wait— This is the part.

This is the part

This is the

shit I thought came later This is the part

(RIGHT FUCKING NOW!) No big entrance,

no narrator Same loud friends,

same crowded bar Same night running a little too far I kept

thinking someday would start— Holy shit.

This is the part.

Someone says "picture," everybody complains Take three more 'cause somebody blinked again

Phone hits table, conversation runs Nobody knows when we're supposed to be

done

Sax starts screaming, somebody knows the song Whole room joins even singing

it wrong Nothing announced it,

nothing went dark

I just looked around—

This is the part.

Right people—

Wrong lyrics— One table—

Still here—

Ohhh.

I get it now.

THIS is the part (THIS IS THE PART!) Not next year,

not somewhere later THIS is the part (RIGHT FUCKING NOW!) Everybody here,

whole room going crazy Glasses up,

bass hitting hard Nobody knew we'd remember this part Don't say anything—just

leave it like that— THIS.

IS. THE. PART.