The Return of the Belief

I am staring at the dark sunny whiskey. A fog from the ashes of my just lit cigarette. A jukebox plays behind, a sad soothing song from B.B King’s Bluesy Soul.

Bartender asks me “sonny, feeling low today?”

“One more please...”  I reply.

“The Thrill is gone…”

 A smooth voluptuous jazzy voice in me takes the center stage, “you are burnt out Dear Child”. A huge applause follows. In fact an encore.

Next up is an old country folk husky voice, “a long way ahead Son”. A few clap here and there and dead silence.

The jukebox plays a vacuum of silence.

I get up and step out. A cold wind welcomes me on part of my famous neon lit city.

I stare at the street light that is not lighting that city canvass.

 If this light lamps again I shall move on the long path and if it doesn’t I shall…I do not know what I shall do.

Ten minutes move on. Now I shall count till ten. My last option. My Saving Grace.

10 9 8…. 7… 6….. 5…. 4… 3….. 2…..

 The flickering begins and, and it lightens up the street, the cat from the alley and my soul and my eyes.
 
He is speaking to us and we should listen sometimes.

But he shall speak only if we have the faith, the Belief.

I soak in the fragrance of sweet Belief.

Thank you Belief for returning to me and flickering back in me.

Now I walk again with a bluesy Soul.