Young Girl in a
Marcie plays guitar and sings off key
or listens to the Velvet Underground
revivalists and sips a ginseng tea
until her turn on-mic comes back around.
She's luminescent, reaching to the length
of fingers spread across a rosewood board.
There's stiffness in her rhythm but some strength
behind that errant F# minor chord.
And, yes, the knotted scarf is kind of sweet.
She looks the part, a twist of smart and pretty.
Behind her through the window to the street
the DeCamp 33 bus to the city
idles brightly for a moment at the light,
then sets off on its slow trip through the night.
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