buzzers for parmigianas beep and they go to get
their beer and their chicken and their chips and their salad
you take the stage and slide between the chords of a brand new ballad
your hand shortens the strings and you sing of hearts and healing
and they are universal themes with which you are dealing
and in this pub in the city of a town that is not anywhere much
there is not a heart in the room that you could fail to touch
if they would just
listen
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