Jumping up and down in front of the stereo;
headphones blasting in his ears.
Neighbour below wonders
how that elephant got past the landlord.
No, nothin’ wrong staying up
till three in the morning,
doin' the air band stomp.
Sure is hard to break that habit,
when the tunes number in the thousands.
Dancing by yourself and playing an air guitar;
now that's the life for some!
A joint and a beer to help bring out the effect
of rockin’ to the air band stomp.
An imaginary audience roars their approval;
the lead guitarist gets all the praise.
Yeah - keep at it there Mister,
someday you'll go far...
"Dancing by yourself and playing an air guitar; now that's the life for some!" Good times, says me! Okay, so I never was big on dancing, or playing the air guitar, but those alone times with music are days I do miss... about the only thing I miss from my youth actually. My joy of music kind of died with Grunge. Hah, leave it to me to be depressed by an uplifting poem... I'm going to blame that on your talent. ;) A most excellent work!
You should try air doo-wop, Chris...trying to be all four voices on the same song all at once...that was my forte, LOL. And BTW, this poem is delicious!
