“The world found you out now”

It’s the sort of thing that people would either not believe, or squash with a so what.
But she hadn’t asked the question she never asked in a long time.
It was a warm spring night, outside. Stage lights on the plaza. A mere handful audience. Yet, he was having fun, according to the bass player, (who reiterated with, “he introduced the band, he doesn’t if he’s not” Then continued to describe the pain of his gall bladder attack, etc.) to her sister since she’s a nurse and people always talk to her.

During the break, it was dark inside. Like coming indoors out of the sun. She sat at a table with a blank napkin and stared at the back of his black suit and red silk shirt collar. He was alone at the bar. Go talk to him.

It drove her nuts how he, they, can say anything. Without words. How could I write like that? Stupid question. Beside a barrage of honest saying nothing, it was all she could come up with. She smiles, still, at the regret of not going up there and saying hi.

This morning, maybe twenty years later, she wakes to:
(Not clear on the meaning, but certain of everything else)

A friend came to me in a dream
Said the world found you out now
Junior came to me in a dream
Said the world found you out now
I’m gonna listen to what he said
And now it’s time I bow myself out

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