The Fourth Path

Characters: Narrator-Robert Doyle

Bob Muldoon-Emcee-singer songwriter. Dave Black-Poet-dissident.

Jacob-Barista-wise man. Steve-Songwriter-country rock.

Chief Red Eagle-elder. White Owl-chief’s sister-wise woman.

Two Feather’s-chiefs cousin-poet. Brandon- A black song writer-rasta.

Stark-songwriter-blues. Iris-Stark’s wife-singer-poet.

Dr, Smith-songwriter. Sally-Dr Smith’s wife-songwriter.

Shawn and Kim-Dr Smith’s children-singers.

Children’s friends-Randy and Sharron-singers.

Peter-wondering minstrel.Tex-singer song writer-country.

Chris-singer song writer-folk. Carl-singer song writer-folkie jazz.

Flower-poet song writer-Celtic. Sylvia-crazy poetess.

Gertrude and Amelia-Help minstrel sing a song. Spirit Woman-Sylvia’s guide.

Cindy-wife of MC. Fredrica-artist-poet. Two women from audience.

Mysteria-divine spirit. Fairies….Woman who doesn’t have time. Rapper, Christian.

Opening scene for “You Can’t Stop The Music” Partial projections…

Garden of Eden displayed on stage. Adam and Eve (Who meet five thousand years later as Flower and Carl) are enjoying paradise. (This is being done as the audience takes their seats) Once everyone is seated and it’s show time, Eve gives Adam an apple. He takes a bite, after which he gives Eve a distasteful look and says.” What is this guilt and shame you’ve just given me?” Eve with a look of disdain replies. “What do you mean I’VE given you?” (Stressing the I’VE). Then adds. “Why do you blame me?” (This she says with a quiet certitude) Adam quickly replies. “Blame you? Screw you.” Eve then replies. “No, screw you! “ With that they both leave paradise heading in opposite directions. (Curtain closes to paradise)

Next scene comes about very quickly. Curtain opens, a backdrop shows many mountains (Life’s experiences) The mountain in the middle and the highest of them all is called Mount Parity. Adam now wearing an overcoat comes in from the left side heading in the direction of Mount Parity. Looking up at Parity he says. (Wearily) “Sometimes I cannot see the mountain when clouds keep it from sight, sometimes I feel so damn lonely, I guess it’s just my fear of height.” A light now falls on Eve who is coming in from the right side looking at Parity. She says. “Life is a poem never finished, a song spoken from the grave, sometimes I cannot see the mountain, though I know I go there with the brave.” Scene ends, curtain closes, narrator walks out on to stage.

You Can’t Stop The Music

Introduction:

[Man walks out on the stage, faces the audience. He is wearing a Harrison tweed smoking jacket, a black turtle neck shirt, and jeans. His hair is down to his shoulders, thin and on the gray side. He is in his early sixties.]

[Narrator Robert Doyle also fills in the blanks throughout play]

"Welcome, my name is Robert Doyle and I’m going to read a play I wrote called “You Can’t Stop The Music”-Actually I’m going to explain it as if you’re the director and I’m making a pitch. The setting is a coffeehouse with several tables and chairs.

[As he explains this, the cast actually starts setting the stage]

In one corner, the one to the left and furthest away, there is a small one step up stage. The corner to the right, and again furthest away, a small counter for coffee containers. It is the place where the barista also stands behind. Along the back wall there are four large window shades. Images of Marylyn Monroe, Humphry Boggart, James Dean and Elvis respectively adorn each shade. When the coffeehouse closes a shade will go up and a scene where a performer lives will appear.

Now, how this gets started and what the story is about. Well, a popular local musician and poet want to secure a place for the sole purpose of bringing musicians and lyricists together in order to inspire new pieces of work, and by the passing of a hat try to raise money for recording equipment, and just maybe get them published. So they approach a local coffee house and the owners enthusiastically embrace their idea. The night they choose is on a Monday. Word quickly spreads because of their popularity, and right from the beginning they have an audience in attendance, and it picks up each week thereafter, as THE place to go.

The audience; many of whom become the regulars; are made up of Granolas like those who work for The Appalachian Mountain Club. Grunges, a step to the left of the Granolas. Hippies, all the way to the left, gays, conservatives, trench musicians (those who make their living from their play), and intellectuals: oh yes, even some Indians. It is definitely a diverse audience, and, everyone getting along, accepting each other’s space. Everyone seems humble and tolerant. In the beginning there are no mikes, or electrical instruments, just acoustic guitars and the like, although there is a keyboard. Sometime later where the story picks up a mike has been added.

This is a play in two acts, and is the story of an effort very successful till “The inevitable demise.” But,You Can’t Stop The Music, as you shall see. Now, sit yourself at one of those tables and enjoy the show. Oh yes, what we have is a story about relationships, the coming together, the going apart and the coming together again. It is a story about seeing ourselves the way we are, and that possible evolution to the point of giving up ALL the controls.

Hopefully, I can make my vision clear to you."

ACT 1

Narrator:

"It’s 8:30 and people are starting to fill the coffee house. Guitar cases are being stacked near the stage. A lot of small talk is going on, catching up on one thing or another.The MC a man who stands over six feet tall, dressed casually, makes an announcement."

[The man pitching the play now fades out and the play fades in.]

BOB MULDOON: At mike.

“Listen for those who want to perform tonight, there’s a sign up sheet up here on the table, (points to table) so I suggest you do that now. My name is Bob Muldoon, ( By now the microphone has been added) and for the sake of anyone new, I’ll tell you our objective. (Narrator: "This he repeats every Monday night") One, it is to inspire new works and to take the best of what we get and record them. If you hear a poem or lyric and think you can work with it, then get together with that person during one of the breaks. Also, we pass a hat trying to raise money for recording equipment. (Then almost sarcastic says) Most of you here don’t mind spending six or seven dollars at a movie, so maybe think about that. (Narrator: "The reason for the sarcasm; here he was in his forties without his dream being realized, he almost made it with a song he wrote while in New York, but someone else stole the piece which became successful, and so went his big chance.") [Here we have a tableau, and Jacob the barista faces the real audience and says]

JACOB:

“The poet Li Zhong said, “People who are not depressed by living in obscurity or lack of recognition, when at that level, then the Tao is in them” (Finishes, goes back behind coffee counter)

BOB MULDOON:

(cont) Last, when a performer is up here on the stage; please give them your attention. If you feel you must talk, please go outside….We have a lot of material since we started and the juices seem to just keep flowing…We want to thank Bob and Jan for having us here in their coffee house ('Round of applause) speaking of which, the coffee is in the back. OK, I think that covers it, so, I'll start with a song I wrote and then go to the signup sheet. (By this time the place was filled and it was a standing room crowd)

[Bob picks up his guitar starts to tune it then adds]

I don’t know about you, but I always have this slight bit of fear being up here in front of a sober audience. The people I play for are in the bars, and I’m just the background music while they get sloshed. (Laughter) Having said all that here’s a piece I wrote when the lights went out during a lightning storm at a gig I was playing, we had to light candles. So, I hope you like it. It’s called Nighttime Turns The Blues Away “…

[Bob starts his song, he has a deep raspy voice, the melody has a slow blues sound and he has everyone’s attention]

The brightest side of heaven comes when it turns night, and we’re sittin here together in its soothing light, and there’s no place I’d rather be than here with you tonight, singing songs that make life seem like it’s alright. While the candle burns nighttime, turns the blues away, just some candle light an old up right and some songs to play, the guitar man, the music stand and some folks who want to stay, while the candle burns nighttime turns the blues away….Our troubles will return sure as the sun comes up, another day just drinking from the same old cup, trying to get someplace, that’s never quite far enough, another day just filled with all that old life stuff…While the candle burns nighttime turns the blues away, just some candlelight an old up right and some songs to play, the guitar man, the music stand and some folks who want to stay, while the candle burns nighttime turns the blues away…But in the meantime you and I will stop, no need to run, 'cause no matter what has happened, what’s been done is over and done. So let tomorrow have those troubles that we’ll leave behind tonight, and I’ll sing some songs that make life seem like it’s all right. While the candle burns nighttime turns the blues away, just some candle light an old up right and some songs to play, the guitar man his music stand and some folks who want to stay, while the candle burns; nighttime; turns the blues away….

[ Bob finishes, the audience gives a big hand with whistles and catcalls. Bob goes over to the sign up sheet, then walks back to the mike]

BOB MULDOON:

"Most people express fear when performing up here, so know you’re not alone, as I said, even us musicians who do this for a living feel the same way. OK, now first on our list is a poet, Dave Black; how about a nice hand for Dave.” (Audience a big hand)[Dave is a sylvan, lives in the woods, he is in his mid forties. Gets up adjusts the mike, then says under his breath]

DAVE:

“God I hate this mike. Well, the poem I am going to recite is about my mother and the father who raised me. It’s a poem about the fragility of love, and how humble love truly is. The title is “Eleanor”

[When he gets to the part, “Do you still love me” tears well up in more than a few eyes. Sniffles also can be heard]

DAVE:

“I heard a story about a man and his wife. He was about to die, to give up this life. When someone next to them heard the man say, “I’ll see you my darling on the Milky Way.” He would wait for her there, though it be far, and together they’d travel to every known star. And I thought how lucky some people they be, to have someone to die for, and waiting to see. Then I thought of my mother, just before she had died, and the father who raised me, who looked in her eyes.

Now unable to speak, and unable to see, though seventy six looked a hundred and three. A fragile lass she had become, dying at home with dignity done. And he ten years younger, a handsome man, tenderly stroking her hair with his hand. And the question he had was “Are you afraid?” And she shook her head no for her faith hadn’t strayed. And he said “ I didn’t think so.” While admiring her, when he asked her this question firsthand that I heard. “ Do you still love me?” Like a boy to reassure. And when she nodded yes, I saw love that is pure.

And I thought how lucky some people they be, to have someone to love them without vanity. And two weeks to the day my mother had died, and the father who raised me looked into her eyes. He’d had a dream that night before and he dug up her casket and out stepped Eleanor. That beautiful young girl he never forgot, was waving him on believe it or not. When later that day, sometime around four, he died in their house, right there on the floor. And I thought how lucky some people they be, to have someone to die for and waiting to see. And I know they’re together and right where they are, exploring that Milky Way and every known star. And I thought how lucky some people they be, as I wondered who’d be there, waiting for me “…….

[Dave finishes gets a big hand, humbly makes his way back to his seat.]

[Bob Muldoon goes to the mike and says]

BOB MULDOON:

“Next we have one of our regulars; Steve”

[Steve makes his way, picks up his guitar. While tuning says]

STEVE:

“I don’t know about anyone else, but I can’t wait for Monday nights. I love what’s going on here. I’m sure you know what I mean. OK Here’s a tune I wrote called “Chasing After Rainbows” I wrote it last week, so bare with me.”

[Steve has a thick Maine drawl, and a husky voice. It’s a country blues song]

I don't want to be a one night lover, I don't need that kind of pain again. I don't want to be some stranger tonight, I think it's time to bring it to an end.

See I'm tired of all the waiting, the late night expectating, chasing after rainbows in the dark. Like sitting on a hard bench, wondering where the time went, feeling like a stranger in the park. I'm tired of all the hurting, these silly games of flirting, waiting for someone who may not care, I'm tired of all the chasing, the times anticipating, waiting for a love that wasn't there.

I don't want to be a one night lover, I don't need that kind of pain again. I don't want to be some stranger tonight, I think it's time to bring it to an end.

I guess it's time to face the hangman, time to pull the reigns in, time to leave the shadows in the park, 'cause fools like me are everywhere that wait for love that isn't there, still chasing after rainbows in the dark. Chasing after rainbows, wondering where the time goes, chasing after rainbows in the dark.

[Steve finishes gets a big hand. MC Bob walks up to the mike]

BOB MULDOON:

"Next on the list is our Indian friend chief Red Eagle"

[The chief walks up slowly, he is an old man, a chair has been placed in front of the mike, Bob the MC adjusts the mike for him. The chief speaks.]

Chief Red Eagle:

"I am going to read a few poems by a cousin of mine, (Everyone is a cousin who is an Indian to him) his name is White Bear. But before I do, a man once asked me "How much land did you have?" I Said: "From here to there" (Making a sweep with his hands) [The chief then starts to recite, he is reading it. Indignities are projected on to a screen in the background]

You took my dignity away. You took my women and children, you made us dependent like you, now I eat fruit from a can, you took my dignity away.

You took my dignity away. You took the Buffalo, now the fish. You made me dependent like you, now I eat from one whose eyes I never saw. You took our dignity away.

You took my dignity away. You took my wild flowers and the grasses scent, you made me dependent like you. Now foul smells fill my nostrils. You took my dignity away.

You took my dignity away. You took my land like a thief. You made me dependent like you, now I must pay to live and move on the land once free. You took my dignity away.

You took my dignity away. You took voices from the trees and the winds song, you made me dependent like you. Now I listen to loud offensive noises, they are everywhere. You took my dignity away.

You took my dignity away. You even tried to take my religion, to be dependent like you on some God no one has connection with. You took my dignity away.

You took my dignity away, but like the Beaver, I too mutate, and will, until the scent of sweet grass returns, for my spirit patient stays, even though, you took my dignity away.”

“Sacred is the land the tree the sky. Sacred are the birds the bees the fly. Sacred are the grasses so alive. Sacred is the stone through time survives. Sacred are the fish lakes and streams. Sacred are the mountains and those no see-ums. Sacred are the creepers that crawl the earth. Sacred are the babes given in birth. Sacred are the animals rain and wind. For Sacred is this breath WE all live in.”

“Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.

Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.

Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.

I sing my song to the sky above. I sing my song to the land I love. I sing my song from my heart because, I sing my song for the way that was.

Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.

Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.”

[The Chief finishes, people actually give him a standing ovation. He goes back and sits down.]

[The lights dim until the coffee house is in darkness. Everyone has their faces down on the tables. A conga drum starts a steady beat. A person raises their head, a light falls on them. A gray mask covers the person’s face. That person stands starts to dance while characterizing a few lines from the poem "FEAR". Each person follows again dancing and playing out the next lines to the poem. Off in a corner one person is standing, her face is half black and half white. Her hair on the black side is long and gray. On the white side it is black. She says nothing just stands there till the dance is done. Everyone then places their heads back on the tables face down. The lady with the black and white face then walks off the stage crossing in front of the audience, glancing in their direction she says, “Wait for me”]

(Dance modern)

First person: Fear, fear, where do we go from here? Fear, fear, let's give them a kick in the rear. Fear of worms, fear of snakes, fear of germs, fear of quakes. Fear to laugh, fear to cry, fear to change, fear to try. Fear I said fear, let's make them all very clear.

Second person: Fear of losing, fear of winning, fear of endings, and beginnings. Fear of ghosts, fear of demons, fear of monsters when we're dreaming.

Third person: Fear of aids, fear of spades, fear of bombs, razor blades. Fear of spiders, fear of bees, fear of birds, tiny flees.

Fourth person: Fear of buses, fear of planes, fear of cars, fear of trains. Fear of dogs, fear of cats, fear of lobsters and of bats.

Fifth person: Fear of water, fear of fire, fear of falling, going higher. Fear of mothers, and of fathers, boyfriends, girlfriends, sisters, brothers.

Sixth person: Fear to smoke, fear to eat, fear to go across the street. Fear of silence, fear of violence, fear to dance and of tridents.

Seventh person: Fear of Satan, fear of sex, fear of witches and their hex. Fear of pain, fear of pleasure, fear of things we cannot measure.

Eighth person: Fear of failure and success, or not looking at our best. Fear of women and of men, fear to make another friend.

Ninth person: Fear of lightning or tornadoes, and erupting of volcanoes. Fear of insects, all things creeping, fear of waking and of sleeping.

Tenth person: Fear of truth, fear to seek, fear to look and to speak. Fear of God, and the dark, fear that we may have the mark.

Eleventh person: Fear of dating, and of waiting, fear of not participating. Fear of sailing, and of flying, fear of biking and of driving.

Twelfth person: And so they go ad infinitum, one or another we all got 'em. ( This last line is said by all.) Fear to love, fear to give, fear to die, fear to live!

[MC Bob calls on the next person. His name is Brandon, he's black.]

BRANDON:

"My name is Brandon, and I'm glad to be here. This is a song I wrote, hope you like it. Hey, how about that full moon tonight! It reminded me of a poem I once read, "Moon full rising slow, seeing things I don't know" OK the song, it has a Jamaican beat, but I assure you, the inspiration for the words came from my routes being born and raised here. I think you'll agree after you hear it. I'm singing this because it seems to be the right song for tonight. Here we go. It's called "The Hollow Drum"[Has a conga drum]

Some people paint in pictures. Some people paint in verse. Some people put up fences. Some people put up words. But when behind those walls I found the hollow in the drum, something told me what lies there, lies still in everyone.

Lies still in everyone it does lie still in everyone. The sound that's really found inside lies still in everyone. Lies still in everyone it does lie still in everyone. The sound that's really found inside, lies still in everyone.

I looked and saw confusion when thoughts try to compete. And when their noise became too loud, I listened to the beat. And when behind those walls I found the hollow in the drum, something told me what lies there lies still in everyone.

Lies still in everyone one it does lies still in everyone. The sound that's really found inside lies still in everyone. Lies still in everyone it does lie still in everyone. The sound that's really found inside lies still in everyone.

Now no matter how the drum is played or where the drum is brought. I know there is a special place inside that has this spot. 'Cause when behind those walls I found the hollow in the drum, something told me what lies there lies still in everyone.

Lies still in everyone one it does lie still in everyone. The sound that's really found inside lies still in everyone. Lies still in everyone it does lie still in everyone. The sound that's really found inside lies still in everyone.

[Big applause]

BOB MULDOON:

"OK, I think this is a good place for a break, so let's take ten. Our Barista’s name is Jacob. He'll help you with your coffee needs"

[Stark, one of the regulars walks over to get some coffee. He says to the Barista]

STARK:

"Hey mister, have you ever been in love? 'Cause I've got to know something, got to know because, when I'm with my woman, I want to be free, and when I am free, I want her back with me. Hey mister, I think you understand, 'cause you look like someone, whose seen it all firsthand."

Narrator: "Jacob looked with eyes cool as ice, said"

JACOB:

"Yeah son, I've been there once or twice, yeah son, I've been there once or twice."

[Narrator: "Stark kept on talking before he shut down, said"]

STARK:

"Hey mister, please tell me what you found. Why do I feel the way that I do, 'cause the way that I feel is nothing really new."

JACOB:

"Well son, here's some advice, everything's temporary, I've been there once or twice, I've been there once or twice.."

STARK:

"Hey mister, what's that all mean?"

JACOB:

"Well son it happens in between, a heart needs to go through the molten fire to open up to things that are much higher. We've got to learn the dance in order to see, otherwise son, we're never really free."

STARK:

"Hey mister, tell me one more thing, have you found that freedom, is there such a thing?"

Narrator: "Jacob looked with eyes cool as ice, said"

JACOB:

"Well son, I've been there once or twice, I've been there once or twice. See son, man and woman have been living in unequal terms since the myth of the Garden of Eden, and now it's up to us to change all that psychologically. This mutual hate goes that deep. But now we're being given the chance to right the wrong; that is, stop the dependence and using each other."

STARK:

"Thank you; thank you so much." (Break ends)

BOB MULDOON:

"Let's get this thing going, I'm sure it's way past the bedtime of some of these next performers. Let's hear it for the Smith family" (Applause)

[A dad and mom with a few kids get up. This is the first time at the coffee house for the kids. Two of the kids are friends, four kids in all, two boys and two girls, ages seven through nine. Dad sits at the keyboard, he's a children's doctor.]

DR. SMITH:

"My wife and I wrote these songs with not only young people in mind, but for those like us who want to see a better world....Everybody ready? [Children smiling, shyly nod.] Here we go; this is called, "Magic Man"

[They all start to sing]

City halls, prison walls, dragons on the roof, magic man if you can, make them all go poof!

All the haze, let it raise, show us what can be, magic man if you can, give us eyes to see.

Jealousy, selfishness, stuff we do not need magic man, if you can, take away the greed.

Silly wars, stupid laws, dragons on the roof, magic man if you can, make them all go poof!

Magic man, oh magic man, mix a new solution, one that ends all poverty, and takes away pollution.

Foolish hates, steel gates, dragons on the roof, magic man if you can make them all go poof!

Magic man, if you can, see what you can do, and when I wake,

I hope and pray, that all I ask comes true....

(Big round of applause)

DR SMITH:

"Next we're going to sing “THE BELLY JELLY SONG”. Now for you in the audience, if you want to join in; the chorus it goes like this, " I've got a jelly belly feeling, it's a jelly belly feeling, I've got this jelly belly feeling a jelly belly feeling, and it's all because of you" OK so when I put my hand up, then you come in" [Audience giggles] OK before we start, let me introduce you to my wife Sally. This is my son Shawn. My daughter Kim. This is my son and daughter's friends Randy and Sharron. (Big hand) OK, let's start"

I can feel you in my belly, I can feel you in my toes, and my belly feels like jelly, and it's doing belly rolls. And if you're feeling what I'm feeling, like I'm feeling too, then maybe it's our jelly bellies, saying I love you. (Raises his hand and all join in)

I've got a jelly belly feeling, it's a jelly belly feeling, I've got this jelly belly feeling a jelly belly feeling, and it's all because of you. (Giggles and laughs)

Now this jelly's really special as far as jellies go, 'cause this jelly tells my belly and my belly jelly knows. And if you're feeling what I'm feeling like I'm feeling too, then maybe it's our jelly bellies saying I love you. ( Raises his hand)

I've got a jelly belly feeling, it's a jelly belly feeling, I've got this jelly belly feeling a jelly belly feeling, and it's all because of you. ( Again giggles and laughs.)

See I wake up in the morning and this jelly belly's there, it's the same when it's afternoon I feel it everywhere, and when the evening comes along this jelly belly knows, all I need is see you and my jelly belly rolls.. ( Raises his hand while people giggle and laugh)

I've got a jelly belly feeling, it's a jelly belly feeling, I've got this jelly belly feeling a jelly belly feeling, and it's all because of you.”..

[When they finish the song the Smith's get a standing ovation. The MC Bob Muldoon gets up to the mike and says]

BOB MULDOON:

"Well no one is going to top that, so I think this is a good time to say goodnight, and come back next week"

[Night ends with the passing of the hat which as usual no one puts anything in.]

[Someone says hi to a girl walking out.]

"Hi"

[Curtly she replies]

GIRL:

"Look I haven't got time to talk right now."

[This is her standard reply whenever anyone says hi to her. She thinks people are out to steel her time, when a simple hi would have sufficed. She does this at each of the breaks]

[With the coffee house closed the shade with Humphry Boggart goes up exposing a kitchen scene. It's where Stark lives with his wife Iris. Stark is sitting at the kitchen table. He has his guitar in hand, and as usual is creating new work. His wife Iris has always taken a back seat when it came to his music. She looks on sadly as he plucks away, then writes something down on paper.]

IRIS:

“How was your night?"

STARK:

“It was great, but don't bother me right now, because I'll forget what I'm doing."

[Iris reaches over to touch him. Stark annoyed, brushes her off and disappears into the other room.]

[Iris thinking looks towards the room where Stark entered]

IRIS:

“Can you hear me? My soul it shouts. Can't you see I have these doubts, and my love for you is running out? I've tried so hard to get inside, but I feel like I've been pushed aside, and my hands are tied. You just don't see, you're losing me, and my love for you I'll set it free. And it just won't be. The days soon coming when I'll be gone, and you'll be wondering what went wrong. You're just that blind. My tears like rain, each day they fall, and you don't see them there at all, how loud they call. But my tears connect me to the ground, a sacred place you haven't found, though it's all around. For that is where all life begins, and must return to rise again, and feel the wind. Yes, I'll feel the wind, I can feel the wind, feel the wind, just feel the wind.”

[When she finishes she sings this song 'With A Little Romance" ]

IRIS:

With a little romance, you could have it all. I'd bend like the willow, like a star I would fall. You have nothing to lose, just give it a chance, 'cause I'd do anything for a little romance.

Flowers with candy, dinner for two, a walk holding hands would do nicely thank you. A passionate kiss, a gentle touch, I'm really not asking for very much.

With a little romance, you could have it all. I'd bend like the willow, like a star I would fall. You have nothing to lose, just give it a chance, 'cause I'd do anything for a little romance.

Tell me I'm pretty, recite me a poem. Make me feel special let it be shown. A telephone call just to say I love you, and you'd be surprised at what I would do.

Steal home from work some afternoon, go for a drive wait for the moon. Look at the stars shift through the night, and when the sun starts to rise, hold me real tight.

With a little romance, you could have it all. I'd bend like the willow, like a star I would fall. You have nothing to lose, just give it a chance, 'cause I'd do anything for a little romance...

[When Iris finishes singing, she sits down at the kitchen table. Under her breath she says, and teary]

IRIS:

"I will leave him"

[Just then there's a tableau,( a freeze frame ) Jacob the barista walks on stage and looking at the audience recites]

JACOB:

"When the honey's gone, you will know it is time, to search for those flowers that hold its gold. For when the honey's gone, it's time to move on, in order for purpose once more to unfold; when the honey's gone."

[No sooner does Jacob walk off when another man comes out to face the audience. His name is Peter. He is a wandering minstrel type. Smiling a lot, happy. He has an English accent. The shade is pulled back down.}

PETER:

"Right now I would like to recite this poem to you. It's called "A Tale Of Two Loves" Now, I know what you're going to think, but;

[Waving one of his hands towards the audience says]

I'll explain it later."

“'Tis the tale of two loves who had parted their ways, one went to sea, while the other would stay, and when she returned, they had this to say, and this is their story, on that homecoming day."

"Where have you been lass? Where have you been? 'Cause your sails look torn, a bit ragged and thin. Did you find what you went for? Would you do it again? 'Cause your riggin looks worn lass, as the vessel you're in."

And she said: "You know why I left, you know why I left. ‘Twas the thing to do, and I've got no regret. 'Cause the thoughts that I had, inside that I kept, I could feel them each morning, and every night as they wept. Now I caught the waves, few days out at sea, and the wind it blew, just as hard as could be, and I prayed and I cursed, as I cried out for THEE, and when it turned calm, I knew I was free! Yes my sails were torn, a bit ragged and thin, and my riggin was worn, as the vessel I'm in. But my SOUL came alive, I can feel it again, and that's why I left, and where I have been. I was looking for me, feeling so lost, and was willing to chance it, no matter the cost. ‘Cause if I had stayed, I would not have crossed, but sank to the bottom, to be covered with moss. Now my sails will mend, and so will its mast, and the vessel I'm in will make its way back, and I'm glad that you cared, and I'm glad that you asked, 'cause I know that I love you, and I am your lass."

And when she was through, a smile filled his eyes. He was glad she was back, and her soul had revived. And they stared for a time, to let the silence just pass, when he finally said, " Welcome home again lass". Then he added, "And while you were gone, I wanted to run. To chase you down, for what I thought I had done. But the truth of it is, my soul was as lost. And I had to stay back, till this devil was tossed. And I ranted and raved, and I fought with desire, and I felt the burn of a furious fire, and the dragon I clung to rode me on higher, as I swung with my sword till the flame did retire. Now I'm glad that you went, and I'm glad that I stayed .For our lives will be different, as we are this day. For we answered the call, that woke us the same, that came from our souls, to each other by name. So here we are together at last, and I don't think it matters, whatever will pass, 'cause I see it now, so clear as fine glass, that this love is true, my beautiful lass."

[After Peter finishes, he explains]

"Even though in this poem the two seem to get back together; well, they do; but, it's not to be with each other. The poet who wrote this poem was looking at; well; it's higher meaning.

[With that he smiles, laughs a little, then goes to leave, turns around and says]

Oh I'll explain more later."

[Months pass. It’s another Monday. Bob Muldoon explains the whole intent. Then continuing,]

BOB MULDOON:

“WOW, our original intent has held up, but boy, have we expanded our repertoire; storytellers, poets, it wouldn’t surprise me if someone gets up here and starts juggling. (Laughter) This is a new comer to the café, Tex.”

[Tex had just been standing talking to another of the entertainers. Tex to him]

Tex:” Enjoy this while it lasts. I’ve seen these things come and go, for a long time. In fact, I played with Biaz at a coffeehouse in Cambridge. We thought that would never end; but it did.”

[Tex makes his way to the mike.]

Tex:

“Nice to be here. Just drove a hundred plus miles. Ya know word gets out about these places, and people like me, we find ya. Hope you like what I got. I’m a country boy with a lot of hillbilly in him. (Laughter)

[Starts to pluck away at his guitar, then says]

This first one is called “Sittin In A Greyhound Station”

I was sittin in a Greyhound station waitin for a bus for Tennessee. I was minding my own business when this pretty lady sat across from me. We looked into each other’s eyes and the way she smiled that day made me see. When the man said boarding Memphis, then said New Orleans, I knew that was as close as it would be.

And, it always feels the same; it always feels the same. When you’re left out of the game, it will always feel the same.

Now riding on the bus I wondered why I couldn’t find the words to say. But just like so many times before, I let my chance just up and slip away. ‘Cause when we looked into each other’s eyes and the way she smiled that day made me see. When the man said boarding Memphis and then said New Orleans, I new that was as close as it would be.

Now I was sittin in a Greyhound station waiting for the bus to leave at three. I was minding my own business when that pretty lady sat across from me. We looked into each other’s eyes and the way she smiled that day I could see. When the man said you’re in Memphis, now boarding Nashville, I knew that she’d be right there next to me.

‘Cause it always feels the same, it will always feel the same, when you’re left out of the game, you will always feel the same. (Big hand)

Tex:

“Thank you. Now this next song came about when my car broke down in Kentucky, a place called Warsaw. At first, I thought I was in a scene out of the movie “Deliverance” (Laughter) But soon found out much different. I was there for three days, and the folks there were super nice. Here goes.”

There’s a little country place, with a little pretty face, in Kentucky. She’s a dream that I know in her eyes she let it show, in Kentucky.

It’s a sweeter memory and the real thing, seems it’s always there never tiring. 'Cause love is in the dream for what is right, and holding on to images now and then that come in sight, and there’s one of Kentucky tonight.

Tobacco barns, daddy’s stew, good old boys, I met a few, I was lucky. My car broke down but then I found, a friendly place, a country town in Kentucky.

There’s a little country place with a little pretty face in Kentucky. She’s a star that I know in her eyes she let it show in Kentucky. So now I have this image, I am holding on to tight, 'cause love is in the dream for what is right, and there’s one of Kentucky tonight, and there’s one of Kentucky tonight, and there’s one of Kentucky tonight. (Big Applause)

“Thank you. OK this is my last number. Being from Texas an all; and proud of it. I wrote this song for my mommy and daddy. Hope you like it. It’s called "My Daddy Was A Cowboy”

OH my daddy was a cowboy, my mother was the show, and they would ride day or night with the rodeo. My daddy was a cowboy, from a long Texas line, but my mother was that cowboy’s star in a Texas sky that shines.

Yippee I eh, yippee I oh, sure glad I am a Texan, where the Rio Grande it flows. Yippee I eh, yippee I oh, a rootin tootin Texan, down by the Alamo.

Now Texans like their freedom, just like they like some beers. Don’t like nobody messin, trying to interfere. 'Cause Texans are real cowboys from a long Texan line, and today we know that’s someone, that’s mighty hard to find.

Yippee I eh, yippee I oh, sure glad I am a Texan, where the Rio Grande it flows. Yippee I eh, Yippee I oh, a rootin tootin Texan, down by the Alamo.

Now my daddy’s still a cowboy, my mother’s still the show, and they still go day and night to the rodeo. My daddy’s still a cowboy from a long Texan line and my mother’s still that cowboy’s star in a Texas sky that shines.

Yippee I eh, yippee I oh, sure glad I am a Texan where the Rio Grande it flows. Yippee I eh, yippee I oh, I'’ a rootin tootin Texan and proud to let you know, I’m a rootin tootin Texan, just thought I’d let you know. “Thank you.” (Really big applause)

BOB MULDOON:

“Thanks Tex, that was great, hope to see you come back again. [Then Bob with a smile on his face says] That reminds me of a piece I wrote when I was in Texas, I was seeing this lady at the time, and man was she a fast driver. Here’s the piece. I called it "The Drive.” [Laughs a little]

It’s a highway down in Texas. It’s a road that says it’s true. It’s before what will be sunrise, it’s a road that has a view….All around. And we’re really going fast, and it really is exciting, my woman she is driving, down this road that’s so inviting…Oh my God, I left my seat! Now this road she says she owns it, ‘cause I asked her as we dipped, ‘cause my knees just hit the dashboard, and my teeth just bit my lip…She looked calm, and pretty too. And we’re really going fast, and it really is exciting, my woman she is driving, down this road that’s so inviting…OH NO, HERE COMES A CURVE. I am flung right there beside her, then swung back in position, I’m from Boston she’s from Texas, I guessed this is tradition…Cowboy stuff. No seat belts what the hell for, I know she never wears one. Besides she had a dream, said that she would die young…She’s 44. And we’re really going fast, and it really is exciting, my woman she is driving, down this road that’s so inviting…OKAY, we're in the air!…[Song ends everyone is laughing, Bob too. Then he adds]” Well as you can see, it all turned out okay. All right, next we have Chris”

[Chris is very energetic, mid twenties, wearing a peasant dress. She has a tambourine]

CHRIS:

"It's nice to be here, I was wondering if I could get the man over there to come up here with his conga drum. [She talks to him about the beat she wants, it's fast.] OK, this is for all you girls who have been to dances; and that's all you want to do is dance. Also if anyone feels like getting up and dancing, please do. [Looks over at the MC. He gives a reassuring nod.] Here goes; It's called, "All I Want To Do Is Dance With You"

All I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do is dance. All I want to do is see it through whatever might be at chance.

That's, all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do. All I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do is dance.

All I want to do is feel what's true, all I want to do is dance. All I want to do is see what's new, enjoying the whole romance. I want to dance when the beat is strong, dance when it's weak. I want to hold on, and let go, experiencing every peak. And when the music is far away, I'll be there so I can say, all I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do is dance.

[The girls get up right off and start dancing, they grab some of the guys as well. By this time everyone is up]

That's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do. All I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do is dance.

All I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do is dance, all I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do is dance. That's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do. That's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do. All I want to do is dance with you; all I want to do is; dance.

CHRIS:

"Hey, that was fun. Now I'm going to sing a song again for you gals who are looking for a good time, without the strings. This is slow, so take a rest and enjoy. Hey how about that drummer Brandon, wasn't he great! (Big hand with whistles) This next one is called "Full Circle"

I'm not looking for commitment, I'm not looking for no strife. I'm just looking for a good time if and when the time is right. I need to have my freedom, I need my time alone. Don't need to feel the pressure, just freedom from the known.

Like the moon that comes full circle, and never is the same. So too with hearts that meet again, they too will always change.

The other night was good, and loving you was right. But now it's time to let it go, and keep our feelings light. In the meantime let's be friends, no reason not to be, let's move along with the tide, that changes in the sea.

Like the moon that comes full circle, and never is the same, so too with hearts that meet again, they too will always change.

I need to have my freedom, I need my time alone. Don't need to feel the pressure; just freedom from the known...

[Finishes, thanks everyone, heads back to her seat. Along the way, people are reaching out to her saying “You were great"]

BOB MULDOON:

"OK moving right along; next we have Stark." (Applause) [Gets up to the mike says]

STARK:

“Well a lot of you know my wife left me a few months ago, and believe me, I've never felt anything so strong in my heart; and my stomach feels like it's catching my heart's sadness; like a soot is dripping from it. So as you can imagine, a lot of blues have been coming to mind; as well as many questions. That's one thing about relationships ending, it always makes for good songwriting. It's really soul searching isn't it? After I play these next two songs, I'm going to recite two short poems, if that's all right? [Gets the go ahead signal ] Here goes, this is called "The Woman I Love Up And Left Me"

The woman I love up and left me, tired of all my mental games. The woman I love up and left me, now I'm tired, alone and insane. Happened through the years when our love was young, and I couldn't see the hurt when it was being done, the woman I love up and left me, I was blind, I just couldn't see.

Said too many things that caused her awful pain, don't know why I said them, but I said them all the same. The woman I love up and left me, now I'm tired, alone and insane.

I don't pretend to understand this mystery, why two that come together cause such misery, the woman I love up and left me, I was blind and I just couldn't see, I was blind I just couldn't see, I was blind I just couldn't see...

[Finishes, applause. Goes over to the keyboard]

“This song is called "I Need You."

[It's slow and very beautiful, like a prayer]

I need you like the forest needs rain, I want you as a little boy, who is in a lot of pain. You're the soil, you're the sea, you're the air surrounding me, and I need you like a little boy to take away my pain. You are liquid, I am mass, you're the sparkle in the glass. You inspire, I defend, you inquire, I descend. You're my youth, you're my sight, you're the dream I have each night, and I need you, like a forest needs rain.

You're the flower in the wild. You give birth to every child. You're the shimmer, you're the mist. You're the dew when softly lit. And like a stem you're the flower that sits upon the end. And I need you like a forest needs rain. And like a stem you're the flower, that sits upon the end; and I need you like a forest needs rain....

(Applause)

[Stark walks over to the mike]

“The two poems. "Reasons I depend" “I thought about perfection, thought about change. Thought about loss, thought about gain. I thought about life, thought about death. Thought about things, that haven't happened yet.

Seems I'm always thinking, or looking at the scene. Trying to find some answers, you know what I mean. Here I go again, I'm thinking of you. I wonder where it's going, or if it's even true.

My brain never seems to tire, thinking all the time, trying to find the words, trying to find the rhyme. Don't think it's ever going to stop, don't think it ever ends. I guess I'm still trying to find; those reasons I depend.”

“And this last poem; it's called "A Perfect Love"

“It's that perfect love I've been looking for, and so the reason for the war. Now I see it was always there, in me, round me, everywhere. And so it is to be aware, it's that perfect love, that we all share.

A succubus came, just last night, making love till the fright. That because, I started to fight, instead of being in the light.

It was a crazy night intrusion that I recall with such profusion, and so it is with this transfusion, seeing now my own confusion...illusion.

It's that perfect love I've been looking for; and so the reason, for the war"....

(Big hand)

[Stark finishes, goes and sits]

BOB MULDOON:

"OK, now we have Carl, let's hear it for Carl." (Applause)

[Carl gets up, he has an air about him; an air of just being free, like he has real peace of mind.]

CARL:

"My name is Carl, and here's a few tunes I wrote, that I hope just make you feel good. The first is called, "I belong". I was at my first pagan ritual, which wasn't pagan at all. In fact, it was down right holy. At least that's what I got out of it. Anyway, that experience inspired this. The tune is like a folkie Jazz.”

I like the breeze through my toes; flowers for my nose, dancing 'round a fire with moon. I like things that are real, things I can feel, even singing when I'm out of tune.

I like daytimes, nighttime’s, any times the right time, for whatever comes along; 'cause when it does, I feel it because, life tells me that I belong.

It's a sidewalk to sit, lips fresh to kiss, simple as things like that. Things that are real, things I can feel, like my friend who weaves her own hats.

I like doing my wash in a sink by hand, touching the clothes I wear. And a fence for a line, a tree or a vine, and a dryer a thing called air.

I like making things to give away, to people some I don't know. 'Cause when I do, I feel what is true, and real's not a word just to say.

It's a child I watched, giggling with joy, playing with two dogs as friends. When they'd chase him down, he'd fall to the ground, and his laugh any heart would bend.

He'd go back for more in their game of tag, a tot still under three, and again under chase, a tag would be placed, and his freedom touched the real in me.

It's saying I love you and meaning it, even though it's someone just met. I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU! From the heart when its candle is lit.

And it's daytimes, nighttime’s, any times the right time, for whatever comes along. For when it does, I feel it because, life tells me that I belong, and it's simple like the words in this song, and it's simple like the words in this song; oh ya....(Big applause)

“Next, is one I wrote called, "The Morning Song" it's a little jazzy. Here goes.”

It's the morning song with a good old beat, it's the morning song to get you on your feet, it's the morning song day or night, it's the morning song to keep you in the light.

And it's all right, you're going to be all right, there's peace in sight stay in the light dance through this night, it's gonna be all right.

Just smile smile smile, smilin gets ya high. Just smile smile smile, don't believe the lie.

Just smile smile smile, know that you can fly. Just smile smile smile, all you need is try.

When in the middle of a storm and your sails are torn, and you cannot see the shore, and your boats adrift and pain you suffer it, and you feel all alone. When life is cruel as it can be, and you ask this question why why me, and no answer comes no matter what you do, then this morning song is just for you.

It's the morning song with a good old beat, it's the morning song to get you on your feet, it's the morning song to make you want to dance, the morning song says you have another chance to

Smile smile smile, smilin gets ya hi. Just smile smile smile, don't believe the lie.

Just smile smile smile, keep light and love alive. Just smile smile smile, 'cause you're the reason why.

And it's all right, you're gonna be all right, there's peace in sight stay in the light dance through this night it's gonna be all right, you're gonna be all right; you're gonna be all right oh yes you are....(Big applause, whistles and cat calls)

“Thank you, thank you. My last piece is called, "Say The Words I Love You" It's another jazzy piece.”

When your life seems to be in trouble, and your head keeps spinning around. When you feel like you’re inside a bubble, but it won't lift off the ground. You can color your shadow with pastels, be like the radiant sun, jang with the jingle of sleigh bells, and walk like you're having some fun.

You've got to pick up the beat in your rhythm, add just a measure or two, you've got to pick up the beat in your rhythm and say the words I love you, you've got to say the words I love you, you've got to say it like you really do.

Now try to make yourself slicker, put a smile on that flows through your eyes. Flash them and make the lights flicker, like those summer evening fireflies.

You've got to pick up the beat in your rhythm, add just a measure or two. You've got to pick up the beat in your rhythm, and say the words I love you, you've got to say the words I love you, you've got to say it like you really do.

Now look like you're someone that's special, don't you know who you are? Just take a good look in the mirror, 'cause you’re a perfect five-pointed star.

You’ve got to pick up the beat in your rhythm, add just a measure or two, you've got to pick up the beat in your rhythm, and say the words I love you, you've got to say the words I love you, and say it like you really do; I love you.....

(Huge applause, Carl smiling walks to his seat)

BOB MULDOON:

“OK, now we have Flower, how about a nice hand for Flower”

[Flower like Carl has that air of peace about her, it’s a humble confidence]

FLOWER:

“I want you to know I really enjoy coming here. The variety is so refreshing”.

[Just then a woman boldly walks into the room, she is in her early thirties, short cropped hair, she wears glasses. She stands beside some tables]

Flower continues, I am going to recite one poem, it’s called “Sameness”.

[ Just then the woman who boldly walked in says]

WOMAN:

“Please tell us your name, where you’re from; and please speak up.”

[Narrator: "People at the coffee house are in shock. This is the first time tolerance wasn’t observed".]

[Flower smiles]

Flower:

“Well, my name is Flower; and, that’s all you need to know.”

[Flower is smiling at the woman, perhaps remembering a time when she was where she was at.]

[The woman was indignant with this false confidence.]

[A tableau]

[The woman faces the real audience and recites this poem; she’s very loud about it] Woman:

“In the middle of a dream where nothing is real, but the feel. You know what I mean. It’s on the big screen. Every night it plays. Tune in; what do you THINK? Isn’t it rather mixed UP! All that stuff. Like, stepping on bubble gum with your brand new J.C. Penney shoes on…isn’t it. Who said pleasant dreams, happy dreams…sweet dreams? There more like echoes that bounce off a distant star; or, maybe a movie star! Come closer; now listen, THOUGHTS DON’T STOP, No matter what THEY say. Better just get used to it. Because; NO one loves YOU anyway. Even when you’re DEAD. Did I just say THAT word, DA DA DEAD? THAT land, you know, like uh, Hershey kisses so neatly wrapped in foil that says, GUARANTEED to retain that same sweet taste for ever and ever; and ever. I really don’t think so, but what do I know about sweet familiar tastes? My NEIGHBORS know, THEY know everything! So maybe you can just ask THEM. But, if you do, remember this; is there such a thing as a Hershey kiss when you’re flying through the air between buildings during rush hour trying to make a safe landing, while everybody’s watching? Let me know.”

[She returns with the others in tableau]

[Barista faces the real audience, says]

JACOB:

“Don’t know what will come tomorrow, be it joy, or be it sorrow. Don’t know what if need to borrow, be it sword, or be it laurel. Only know what comes to follow, be it full, or be it hollow.”

[Things resume]

FLOWER:

“Sameness, I found you only twice, in my world that never stays the same. And I’ve paid an awful price, for I know I cannot play the game.

Sameness where are you? 'Cause you’re feeling what I’m feeling too. Like the lion and the lamb, I know that you understand.

Will we meet sometime soon? Without words to share the moon. Or stare within eyes, where lifetimes crystallize.

Sameness we both grew, and these words I say for you. I know I can’t pretend, so I wait like you again.

You know how it feels, when night meets dawn. You know how it feels, when all resistance it is gone.

No cage will ever hold you, just air with lots of sky. Till once again that special moment, that waits for you and I.”

(Applause)

[Flower walking back to her seat says to the woman]

FLOWER:

“And what’s your name?”

WOMAN:

“Sylvia”

FLOWER:

“That’s nice” [Flower smiles]

[Bob Muldoon goes to the mike; he’s a little perturbed]

BOB MULDOON:

“I think we better take a break”

[People are buzzing, this was a first. Stark walks over to Jacob the coffee guru. Says]

STARK:

“What the hell do you think about that?”

JACOB:

“I had a vision back in 1995. I saw a Crow in mid air. There was a circle of mosquitoes around it so thick the Crow was stopped in its flight. There also was another, a baby Crow, it was off to the side on the ground in a nest, and a circle of mosquitoes was around it as well. I thought, those mosquitoes are going to kill that Crow in mid air, but just as soon as I thought that the mosquitoes disappeared and the Crow in mid air was now a white lamb. So I knew this is how transformation was going to happen, through irritation, until so much irritation humbles us to finally, and willingly; give up control and give that control back to God. In fact I even wrote a poem about it called ‘A Plan Coming Down” Would you like to hear it?”

STARK:

“Of course I would.”

JACOB:

“There’s a plan coming down so at least I have found, and at times it’s so painful I just cry. There’s a change going on and I hope it won’t last long, 'cause I feel if it does I’m going to die.

I’m trying to hang in but my skin is getting thin from the fire that is burning me inside. But I know I’m not alone, that’s because I have been shown, and it’s something to do with my pride. And it’s painful; 'cause there’s no place to hide.

I stumble and I fall and believe me that ain’t all, I kick and scream to let me have my way. But, I’ve also kissed the snow for times it was no go, ‘cause I wouldn’t have the chance I have today.

I’ve seen mosquito’s circle crows so thick the mind it blows, and felt their irritation like my own. But, there was a transformation which seems this destination when I also saw a place above I’d flown, and I knew that I would go there; it was home.”

STARK:

“You know, that really makes sense, thanks Jacob”.

[Dave Black the poet walks over to the three Indians sitting together]

DAVE BLACK:

“Can I sit with you for a minute? I have something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”

[The chief motioned with his hand offering Dave a chair]

DAVE BLACK:

“I’ve been wondering about that pipe I see you smoking, I notice you light it from the bottom, and I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

CHIEF RED EAGLE:

“In order for you to understand this pipe, I will have to tell you a story about White Buffalo Calf Woman. Because she is the sacred woman who brought our ancestors the very first pipe. You see, back then, which, was a very long time ago, two young hunters were out looking for game, when they saw this beautiful woman dressed in white buckskin. One had lustful thoughts for her, while the other one knew her as a holy woman. She then waved the one with the lustful thoughts to come to her. When he got to her, a cloud was to cover them both, and when it lifted, the young man had been reduced to bones that lay on the ground with snakes running through them. She then told the other one to go back to his village and tell the chief to prepare a really large tipi to house everyone, because she had something special to give them.

When she came she had a bundle, when she opened it there was a pipe inside. She instructed them on how to use it , and that all their prayers would rise up in the smoke to be heard by Wagan Tanka, or God. She then told them that she would return again at the end of time, and to pass this story down. She said others would know of her return, because she would come back as a White Buffalo that would change colors several times. Which she demonstrated upon leaving the village. Well recently, two White Buffalo’s were born on a cousin’s reservation in South Dakota.

Now a more recent cousin had a vision of White Buffalo Calf Woman, and soon after made this pipe, which as you noticed lights up from the bottom. Its meaning is to think a new direction, that it’s not too late to turn ourselves around. It was also revealed to him the original intent of the story of those two hunters that first saw White Buffalo Calf Woman. What was revealed was this. First, there was only one hunter. The lustful part of him was only too eager to approach her, and the other part of him saw her for what she was, very sacred. But that side was self-righteous. The snake represented wisdom, which one day he would receive. So the lesson is this; every woman is a sacred woman, and when she waves you to come to her, it is important to do that, but go with patience and respect. Then she will receive you, for she is to be embraced, and though desire in and of itself is not love, love has desire in it. For nothing would exist, if it were not for the love of the one who stands above us all, and his desire for it to be. So with wisdom and understanding we will realize both extremes need to be brought together.”

[When the Indian finishes telling the story to Dave, He adds]

CHIEF:

“The stem of the pipe reflects male energy, the bowl; female. When you put the two together, you create a spark. The spark turns into a flame, and purifies what’s inside. Then when it is freed in the smoke, there is a perfect balance of male and female energy never to be separated. Just thought you’d like to think about that." [Chief laughs]

[As Dave starts to walk away, the woman with the chief (His sister) says]

CHIEFS SISTER:

“I think your job is to slay the monster.”

[Dave turns and says]

DAVE:

‘Who is this monster?”

CHIEFS SISTER:

“You are.” [She follows this with a laugh]

[Dave is dumb founded, walks back to his seat]

[Next, Two Feathers, says hi to the girl who never has time to stop]

TWO FEATHERS:

“HI”

GIRL:

"I don’t have time to talk right now"

[Two Feathers chuckles, says to his friends]

TWO FEATHERS:

“These poor white people, their time is so important to them. It reminds me of this white man, when he asked if I had ever been to the area where he lived. When I said I had, he then asked me how long it took to get to the reservation from there. I said I don’t know that. This annoyed him. What do you mean you don’t know he says. I say, well when we leave we just go, when we get there we just do. Ha Ha; I think I saw a light go on inside him. Ha Ha.”

[Just then Two Feathers has this quick thought. Sees each person in the coffeehouse coming up to them asking a couple of questions. They have formed a line and one by one walk up and quickly ask their question, then stand aside waiting for a reply.]

[TWO FEATHERS thinks]

“Ever since the white man first stepped on to this soil, he has always asked them how to do this and how to do that, and still this how continues to this day.”

[Conga drum plays a fast beat , first person walks up to the Indians who are now standing near the real audience]

[First person] [This is done very quickly]

“How do you plant the corn? How do you fish the streams?”

[Next person]

“How do you ride your horse? How do you stitch your seams?”

[Next person]

“How do you reach the stars? How do you travel so far?”

[Next person]

“How do you know these things? How do you get your wings?”

[The three Indians answer while doing the Macarana. They do this every time they answer. Those asking the questions then mimic the dance.]

INDIANS:

“How? It’s a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how how how.”

[Next person]

“How do you sow your seeds? How do you fill your needs?”

[Next person]

“How do you string your beads? How do you stop what bleeds?”

[Next person]

“How do you sing your song? How do you stay so strong?”

[Next person]

“How do you let it be? How do you live so free”

INDIANS:

“How, It’s a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how how how.”

[Next person]

“How do you give your heart? How do you even start?”

[Next person]

“How do you fix your stare? How do you see what’s there?”

[Next person]

“”How do you paint with life? How do you feel its worth? How do you plant the corn? How do you love this earth?

INDIANS:

“How? It’s a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how how how.”

[Next person]

”How do you heal the sick? How do you make it stick?

[Next person]

‘How do you face the sun? How do you know you’re one?

[Next person]

“How do you deal with doubt? How do you go without?” How do you rise up high? How do you touch the sky?”

INDIANS:

“How? It’s a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how how how.

How? It’s a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how how how.

[All those who asked the questions join in and mimic ]

[Two Feather's ends his thought, he has a big smile on his face.]

CHIEF RED EAGLE;

"What is that smile all about"

TWO FEATHER'S:

"Oh nothing, hee hee."

[MC opens it back up]

BOB MULDOON:

“I think I'm going to sing another song I wrote; it's called "Simple Lives The Bird"

[Slow beat]

An old man once had told me, and his eyes they seemed to know. If you want to have some peace of mind, keep it simple as you go. Then he said, here's a poem, keep it by your side. And if you want your freedom, in these words you must abide.

Simple lives the bird, master of the sky, barely flaps a wing, holds the record high. Simple lives the bird, master of the sky, doing what comes naturally, naturally to fly.

I had a lot of wood to burn, I was thicker than a fur, ‘cause what the old man told me, was nothing but a blur. I was taught to lie cheat and steel, and to cover up my sins, and nothing really mattered, except that I must win.

Simple lives the bird, master of the sky, barely flaps a wing, holds the record high. Simple lives the bird, master of the sky, doing what comes naturally, naturally to fly.

I lived to work , not worked to live , with nothing more to show, I guess I forgot what the old man said, keep it simple as you go. I'm working so much less now, enjoying it so much more, I got rid of all the useless strife, I truly did endure. And I really just don't give a damn if I'm a loner or I'm poor, the old man's poem changed my life, and this is what I'm striving for.

Simple lives the bird, master of the sky, barely flaps a wing, holds the record high. Simple lives the bird, master of the sky, doing what comes naturally, naturally to fly.

(Applause)

Thank you and that's it for tonight, so thanks for coming, and see you next week."

Narrator: "The shade with Marilyn Monroe's picture on it goes up. The scene is Flower's porch. Flower has a day dream, sees herself singing a song she wrote called "Fairies Dancing". She is at the coffeehouse, a tree has been erected in the middle of the floor and Fairies dance around it while she sings."

FLOWER:

In the evening when the moon comes up from behind the sycamores, and the fairies dance, just above the fields, to the sounds of the outdoors. You can see them twirl and spin around, as they gladly take encores, in the evening when the moon comes up from behind the sycamores.

Fairies dance twirl and spin, circling 'round the trees, fairies dance with their kin, an evening summer breeze. You can see them there if you look real hard, with a heart that's really pure, in the evening when the moon comes up from behind the sycamores.

The moon, the stars, the nighttime shades, the peepers in the woods. The smell of flowers that kiss the air, from dreams under their hoods. Fairies dance, twirl and spin, having done their daily chores, in the evening when the moon comes up from behind the sycamores.

Narrator: "When the fairies leave after dancing , a circle of mushrooms pop up around the tree. It is called a fairies ring , a sure sign of their presence."

Narrator: "Again months pass. A lot has happened since Sylvia broke the code of tolerance. Many others who had been holding back started adding their two cents. Half the usual crowd is gone. Bob opens, skipping his usual introduction, Bob irritated says."

BOB MULDOON:

"OK, there is no more smoking, and no passing of the hat, which really doesn't matter because no one put anything into it anyway. OK, Brandon."

BRANDON:

"Onetime I was sitting and watching some pigeons landing on the roof of a building, someone then asked me where do pigeons go when they die. Anyway, that remark inspired this song. It's called, "Do We Really Have To Know"

[With his conga drum he starts his Jamaican beat.]

Do we really have to know where birds go when they die. Do we really have to know how those birds got to fly. Do we really have to know, every little thing between you and I. Do we really have to know where love goes when it says goodbye.

Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo, do we really have to know. Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo, do we really have to know. Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo, do we really have to know, do we really have to know, do we really have to know.

Do we really have to know why some fish swim upstream. Do we really have to know what they do if you know what I mean. Do we really have to know every little thing or can we let it go like some offering, do we really have to know do we really have to know do we really have to know.

Do we really have to know why the moon circles in the sky. Do we really have to know how those tears come to cry. Do we really have to know how it all began like those things we can never understand, do we really have to know do we really have to know do we really have to know.

Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo do we really have to know. Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo do we really have to know. Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo do we really have to know, do we really have to know, do we really have to know. Do we really have to know, do we really; have; to know.

(Applause, from what is left of the crowd)

BOB MULDOON:

"The chord to the P.A needs some adjusting, should only take a few minutes, be right back."

[With that Carl walks over to Flower and says]

CARL:

“No chance it is that we should meet, yet never known for sure. Your face, your hair, those smiling eyes, I've seen them all before. No doubt it was another time, predestined by our fate. I know it now for seeing you, there could be no mistake. You've touched the deep, some call it soul, I've known it as a void. Yes you somehow a part of me, it's you that I've adored. Oh yes my fair, I know you well, and heaven isn't far. When all I do is close my eyes, and there again you are.”

[Flower gives him an understanding smile. Both are glowing.]

BOB MULDOON:

"OK, that's fixed. Next we have Carl, let's hear it for Carl." (Applause)

"Tonight is a special night, and what I have are four poems that reflect that."

[Carl glances in Flower's direction and begins]

"This first one is called, "So Would I".

“If the moon had wings it would leave the sky, to come here below to be by your side; so would I.

If trees could walk I know that they would, to be closer to you; that is if they could; so would I.

And if rivers and streams backwards could flow, the ocean would follow letting you know; so would I.

And if birds could talk in our on tongue, they would say to you that you are the one; so I try.

And our sun and stars and planets above would shape into hearts beating with love, and if could change as truly should, to what can be instead of could, you would fly; and so, would; I”.

(Next poem)

“I could stare at your face for a lifetime, with my back turned to the sea. I could stare at your face for a lifetime, because your face is so beautiful to me.

I've seen the blue bird lift its wing, the sun kiss the dew. I've watched as night stood helplessly, when the moon came passing through.

I've looked upon the rich red rose, and the lilies tender skin. But I've never seen a face like yours, no matter where I've been.

I could stare at your face for a lifetime, with my back turned to the sea. I could stare at your face for a lifetime, because your face is so beautiful to me.”

(End of poem)

“Someone asked me what passion was and this is what came to me. It's called "Passion?"

“Today I fell in love with you and my heart was given wings. I know because I flew so high I met the God who sings.

Below I saw a quiet lake untouched by man's disgrace. A lake so pure the moon was moved to light upon its face

I thank you for the feelings that passion has to give, to those who take a chance for love, and what it means to live.

And I thank you for that moment for the joy that found its way, between what suffers in the dark; even though it's day.

For it is likened to a fire just after it goes out, and laughter follows right away like a thief who had to shout.

And so it is that I will rest with love its words now sown, and wrap this moment 'round my chest, for passion is; the poem.”

“This next poem, perhaps you might like to give to the one who stirs you.”

[Again glancing over at Flower]

“Your presence does to thee provoke sensations seldom tried. When trembling must you see whenever I am by your side. And like that mist when morning’s light touches what makes dawn, I hope it falls upon the heart where memory waits the song. And if these words like flowers speak with scents of Jasmine pure, then let its fragrance touch that place where mist and light endure. And though this day like night will keep and life will have its way, I know I’ll tremble in its wake as did just yesterday. For all it takes is wind of rush its essence carried with, the thought of you and nothing more when night again is lit; with love.”

“And last.”

“Love is all I have, no more, no more. Love is all I have, no more. But if it's love that you want, love you're looking for; I won't keep what I have, no more; no more.”

“Thank you.” (Applause)

Narrator: "Carl takes his seat. Flower walks over to him and sits on the floor beside his chair. She tells him later it was her way of making her claim on him, much like the way her sheep will do that she raises."

BOB MULDOON:

“Next we have Dave Black” (Applause)

DAVE BLACK:

“I want to read three pieces to you. The first is because of what I see happening here, and personally; I don’t like suppression of any kind. So, Don’t Give Me Any Rules”.

“Don’t give me any rules that say conform. It only makes for waves like in a storm. Don’t tell me what is right or what is wrong, just let me have some space where I belong.

No rules will ever teach me how to see, because those answers are inside of me. And if I am ever to be free, I need to have that place where I can be.

I’ve watched a thistle flower and spread her wings, I’ve also come across the bee that stings, yet known the joy that only laughter brings, when finding pleasure in the simple things.

So don’t give me any rules that say conform, don’t tell me what is right or what is wrong, I only need someplace where I belong, and then just maybe we might get along.

When I am left alone it all comes naturally, ‘cause everything I do I know comes back to me. Don’t give me any rules, don’t give me any rules, don’t give me any rules.”

“Next I have this Monster’s Manifesto. Awhile back, one of my Indian friends; back there, (Points a finger) said that my job was to slay the monster. When I asked who this monster was that I was supposed to slay. The chiefs sister White Owl said, I was that monster. So, I contemplated that and this is what came out. ‘The Monster’s Manifesto”

“Distance speaks through candles, a cluttered table, and the envelope I write on. Today I saw it in vacant eyes; tonight, the moon, appearing at the end of clouds that funneled.

A night without wind, smell, or sound. Just distance. Death seems friendlier; closer, closer than this hand that just rubbed its forehead, or the smoke sucked from my pipe, or the leg crossed over the other; like my back hunched, or this heart I cannot feel beating. Hell must be this place, this distant place, where thoughts don’t stop.

Thoughts, one and the same, the same one that drives us, drives us to add another room to an already over sized house. Or; another item on a crowded menu, to our shopping sprees for those extra clothes, and of course the toys, none of which we really need. Just thoughts introduced and carried out by the monster out of control.

Thoughts, one and the same, that took the corner market to the supermarket, to the mega market. The diner to fast food chains. It is the same collective obsessiveness shared by the megalomaniac, the rapist, the pariah, the law maker, the law breaker. It is the same energy, the same action, thoughts consuming the thinker.

Thoughts, reflections swimming through cartilage of bone called brain, like a chunk of coral that accepts the sea around it without challenge, swinging with each tide. It is the same action from thoughts that permeate sleep, devouring the sleeper with anger, hate, jealousy, envy, fear and the like.

It’s the ism, the next cause, the next franchise, the next library. It computes, salutes, and shoots. It’s the monster of the Dalis, Picassos, we call it being prolific. But it’s the one hundredth song, the one hundredth book, the one hundredth chip, the one hundredth monkey.

Starting locally, it spreads regionally to nationally, till globally. It is a cancer, a fungus, a virus. Now it is spreading faster than a shadow when sweeping a landscape, as it does just before a cloud blocks the sun. Neitche discovered it in Zarathustra, soon after which he went insane. T.S. Eliot in his Wasteland, though he continued to live like the bourgeois. Ezra Pound realized it in his final years with the knowledge he was a moron. Einstein, when envious of a plumbers life.

And so it is I finish “Thoughts manifesto”, and welcome putting THIS Monster’s bones to rest.”

(Finished)

“This last piece, I’m actually going to sing. Its called “Crying Out Loud”

(Has an oompah beat)

I’m crying out loud, crying out loud, crying just as fast as I can. I’m crying out loud, crying out loud, crying ‘cause I just can’t unders