My Gifted Performer poem, comments?

Question

As I sit here at the bar

While she plays her new guitar

I wonder how she’ll leave this place

Her purse is surely full of mace

She looks at me, and she does say

Can I play your song today

I think it sorta goes likes this

Just give me time to reminisce

Her voice is sharp and crystal clear

The kind you really want to hear

And when that gal begins to wail

She sounds just like a nightingale

She packs the place on Monday night

She spurs the crowd with sheer delight

And she really has a look

That you can’t find, in no book

As we dance around those barroom mats

We hold onto our cowboy hats

There’s really nothing more to say

That girl can make you want to stay

Answer 1

That's awesome!  "She packs the place on Monday night" - is this based on truth?  It's sounds so specific.  The only thing is that Monday reminded me of a buzzing alarm clock waking me from a peaceful slumber!  I enjoyed this very much;)

Answer 2

I love it. Bloody brilliant! So evocative and the imagery? Wow! Wonderful work...thank you for sharing!