Going to the Show
Driving through the Hoosier state,
Drove through Gnaw Bone,
Bathroom out of order,
Waiting in line,
Will we get in?
By any means possible,
Yes
New friends,
The love of music,
Knowing all the words,
Feeling no fear of what people think,
Being close enough to touch,
Drumstick slip,
Crazy energy,
Feeling Happy,
Beautiful Surrender
Garage band,
Can’t understand him,
What is he saying,
Loud noise,
Not music
Mae I love you,
It is a pun,
Guitar in my face,
Wishing I knew the words,
People pushing,
Going to the back,
Hanging with new friends,
It is late,
Taco run,
Here’s to memories
And Mtn. Dew
Sunday, October 23, 2005
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3 comments:
Heavy, man... heavy. *dons a black beret and applauds by snapping her fingers*
Nice Del. I wrote a song about driving through Indiana once, it was mostly about it smelling funny and me being ready to get to Illinois and be home...so really your poem is much nicer. Anyway, I liked it. Nice job.
heeeeeyyyyy, wait a minute... STATE doesn't rhyme with BONE!
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