Willie Lomax Blues
Feeling like a salesman home from the road
Shoulders sag from the weight
of a book newly released.
He skipped breakfast watched lunch pass on by
coffee keeps him moving til the end of the day.
With each small bookstore Willie encounters
a fresh, happy face
Come in can I help oh so busy
Summer crowd you see.
Willie stands in back feigning
occasionally a cover draws him in
he picks up a book while the bookseller
rings another sale he waits patiently
gathers his courage and practices his pitch.
She meets his eyes finally unsure at first
I am not a salesman, I am a writer
I have a book.
She was about to order one from the press or
Lovely cover, I’ll take three or
Please, we don’t like walk-ins or
Do you have five? Let’s set a date for signing.
A check and a promise in hand
a hundred dollar bill
the salesman cracks open a beer.