A Night At The Albion Poem by Miki Byrne

I listened from outside,
Washed by a strangers hesitancy.
Peered through a grimy window.
Heard jamming on the air.

Rhythms pulled at me like strings.
I caught your eye. Carried my drum.
Over the threshold.Felt my own beats
and with the slightest raise of eyebrow,

I dodged the hunched shoulders
of hostility, slid through the xenophobia.
Sat between the voice and the Banjo.
My hands flew. Woke the song.

Joined streams of sound with yours.
Bent the silence into beauty.
Until the acknowledging smiles
Wrapped me in acceptance.