Jam-stuck

Took a jab
at jamming a bit
down at the pub
with Martin and Steve,
but got stuck in the jam
to jabber instead.
with instruments silent
we babbled ‘bout nothing
yapping and ramblin’
making plans for tomorrow
to meet up
for jamming again.

Beer Tankards
Vincent van Gogh

De hosts the Quadrille at dVerse and the word is Jabber. I just went wit som silly wordplay of musicians procrastinating.

August 13, 2025

32 responses to “Jam-stuck

  1. “We babbled ‘bout nothing”… that’s how it is sometimes with friends. You gotta go. You have a destination. You show up. Tune your strings. Rosin the bow. And you’re about to get going, but discover you just can’t stop chatting. Sometimes those are the best nights. Really bad for busking, though (30 years ago, of course—I haven’t done something like that in a long time). Thank you for your lovely poem.

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