The Punitive Gig

It was his time to play at the punitive gig,
Just a look around, and he realized it was indeed..the limbo*
Those humid souls, fraught with sinful vapors
Asked for a glass of the cold musical whisky
He delivered.
And without a lapse
Those vapors surrendered helplessly
Condensing to the surface with the serene vibrations,
Trickled to the bottom in synch with his flesh on the frets
But unaware of their slow clustering at the low.
He is singing a song to the shadows of sin
Who crave for that momentary trip his song offers.





(*limbo - the place between heaven and hell where the souls of people who have not been baptized go when they die)