No Room at the Inn

They play the blues on Thursday nights
And oh, we love to go,
But obligations in the way
Don’t often let us show.

Last night, though, we would have a chance
And left our friends behind
To catch up on the music scene
For which we’d often pined.

We got there early, but we found
All tables filled or saved,
The locals guaranteeing that
Our hopes were crashed and caved.

Dejectedly, we turned around;
Drove back to Hemlock Farms*
Where our buddies welcomed us right back
With warm and welcome arms.

*the community where we have a home