A Visit from Sean Rowe:
‘Twas mid-December, when all through DC,
The snow was falling, it was cold and icy.
Christmas lights were hung in all the bars everywhere,
In hopes that decorations would give a festive air.
The drinkers were drinking, all cozy and slurred,
While their vision danced about (everything was a bit blurred).
And I in my snow boots, with a belly full of wine,
Hustled my butt along U street to get to DC9.
When I entered the club, but ‘lo, what a sound!
Sean Rowe was rumbling through his set, guitar chords did abound.
I ran up the stairs, my cheeks all aglow,
As Sean finished up “The Very First Snow.”
And then what to my wondering eyes did appear?
But a lumberjack man with a glorious beard.
He got a little jazzy on the next song for sure,
When he belted out “Desiree,” true and pure.
He ended things with a bang with his single “Little Man”
It’s the sweetest song, give it a listen if you can.
He sent us off into the street of dazzling white,
With a ‘Happy holidays to all, and to all a good night!’
(Not really, I just needed it to rhyme – but we did all have a really good time).
