Open Mic Night - by Bill Morris

In a shady corner of Dunedin....


I am an open microphone
Isolated on a stage at the end of a dark bar I stand.
Receptacle of spit; I swallow up the
frustrations of the city,
Unrequited love and confused politics,
hurled at the empty darkness.
It's half past nine, and
the barman's bored.
Fuck this, I'm outta here.
There's a better life for a microphone,
Take my cables and amps and hit the road -
try my luck in Nashville, I reckon.


Hi, everyone. I'm playing Arc cafe (Arcoustic) on Monday night from 9 pm. Would be great to get some punters along. It's usually a great relaxed evening with about 4 or 5 acts performing. come along and bring friends!