Porch sitting

This morning I was buzzed by a bald eagle at Nicasio Reservoir—magical. Porch sitting, watching the cars cruize by on a Sunday afternoon listening to an afternoon concert by Pablo Cruz from across the square for free—It doesn't get any better than this. I was wondering who the copycat band was. Couldn't figure out why they couldn't get Black Magic Woman chords all lined up in the right order. Why they were riffing. Then it dawned on me, albeit slowly, it was the real deal. Pablo, himself, cruising for a bruising.