[Martin Elster]

Good one, Jayne.

Your Gig

You’re stuck in gridlock, wondering
if you will make it to your gig.
You’re wedged between a giant rig
and van. Now raindrops start to ping

against the roof. You will be late.
The show will have to start without you.
There isn’t any other route. You
leave your useless car and, straight

towards the venue, run like mad.
Nine blocks to go, you’re quite aware
the strung-out line of traffic there
(Chevy, Buick, Honda, Cad)

conveys your loyal, loving fans.
All wet, you walk into the west
and head back home. It’s for the best.
There are a jillian other bands!