about a show

the bass pounding
through the concrete floor,
as the band plays,
it's last encore,
they take the last bow,
as we scream for more,
people brought together,
both rich and poor,
tonight it's about the music,
a break from our lives,
an escape from reality,
as a band of 8 musicians strive,
to recapture personality,
as we file out, both fast and slow,
and everyone is talking, about the show,
our ears still buzz,
our hearts are still thumping,
our minds are in sync,
our spirits jumping,
no one wants to go home,
so they'll go to a bar, t
hey'll drink and they'll talk,
and then they'll all walk,
and they'll make their way home,
long past dark,
through the streets they'll roam,
eventually they'll land on their doorstep,
with that familiar song in their head,
open the front door singing
and make their weary way to bed.

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