He sat down at the table...

He sat down at the table. Van Morrison was painting some mural on the wall. Rod Stewart was kissing some leggy blond. The universe was desperate, it's funds were limited and he reached his hands to his chin. It wasn't quite so hopeless, there was a power inside him, that he could invoke. He thought of her, and a tear rolled down his cheek, the road to love was never straightforward, Van donned the guitar and Rod added the words, he wasn't one to be kept down, he would climb out of this hole and paint the stars. He supped his pint and listened to the lilt of voice and guitar. He swore he saw her sneaking past, he picked up his courage and left his heart for her in the song...

Words by Trev Teasdel