He is just a man in his garage
Beating on his drum
Then with a rift
A guitar joins in
Keyboards
Horns blasting out the tune
People swaying
Music jamming
People dancing along
Shouts and cheers
Clinking glasses
Laughter and merriment
The house rocking
Music playing
People enjoying themselves
Soon
All to soon
The vision fades
He is back where he started from
A man in his garage
Beating on his drum
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I was a man once in that man's garage, singing, screaming, and carrying on rock/metal shenanigans. Those were the days. Love the poem, Tony! 🌹👏
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You are most welcome, my friend!
Indeed after the party who gets to clean up? A poignant metaphor and fun read.
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Hahaha, too good! The title is something of riddle though it's not, as my childhood knew the garage to be where my daddy would play the mechanic and etc., though never the musician. Very lovely and delightfully eloquent with superb imagery and a happy, growing poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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Reminds me of a neighbour we had who of a weekend, garage door rolled up, putting about while blasting his boom box to the likes of “danger zone.”
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Welcome 🙏🏻🕊
Keep on drumming Tony, the rhythm of life will never stop.
Andy
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