Through the door we heard country music
We thought our friend Jen had recommended us wrong
She didn't, we discovered (in a few more songs)
When the country band bowed and left the small stage
Another band setup
they all looked like students
They played and played
turning smoky air hot
The smell of burnt cheese was overtaken by sweat
By the time they were done their feet smelled like bellybuttons, or Funions
like everyone in the room had a cold
Then their set was over and some drunks begged for more
we all went home more satisfied than before
more satisfied than when the band arrived
more satisfied than when the friends arrived
but mostly satisfied that we arrived (at all)