Minutes from the latest Open Mic venture.

Bad poetry and the "shout-outs", verbatim...

It was my fourth winter without her
and yet summer beckoned
as tanned dappled candy beckons
and all enveloping, abated gray
obeyed

[smattering of applause]
-I'd like to thank Mateo, Tyler and Spence for setting up this open-mic night, without earnest souls like theirs, this world would cease to whirl.

Best coffee shop name's ever