A poem by Joe Cushnan

Ralph McTell

A small theatre, bare stage,
a brilliant spotlight playing on a stool
behind a microphone.

On you come from the side
and I feel like the only one applauding.

You sit with your guitar and play
songs to touch an audience in the dark.

I feel those shivers and throat lumps
without embarrassment.

You take me by the hand and lead me,
and who am I to argue with such things.

I am tangled in your six strings.

Joe Cushnan has been a Ralph McTell fan for over 30 years.
This poem is from his blog Dropped The Moon, which is well worth a visit.

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