When I Wore a Younger Man's Clothes

Years ago, I was in a band. We played a local bar, when I wasn't working offshore. The gig ended, when I was offshore and the crowd became more to handle than the owner was prepared to handle. I don't know what happened, but it was rough and things became ugly.

One night, while playing, an old man would walk up to my piano, place a ten dollar bill and ask if we'd play "Matilda". I didn't know the song; never even heard of it and couldn't have played it if I wanted.

His wife, who politely walked up, after the man stumbled away, would smile and pick up the ten dollar bill. She'd be a few steps behind, sit down after he parked for another beer, and quietly wait.

This happened three times. They eventually left and I could only wonder what they were doing there. I guessed it was their favorite watering hole and things quieted down, when we weren't playing.

This song reminds me of the time, although I never went on with my musical career. Too many other things caught my attention and fate led me here; thinking about the past and still loving the memories.