In the garge

Tony36

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 

  • Author: Tony36 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 21st, 2025 07:04
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  • Tristan Robert Lange

    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! πŸŒΉπŸ‘

  • sorenbarrett

    Indeed after the party who gets to clean up? A poignant metaphor and fun read.

    • Tony36

      Thank you

    • Cheeky Missy

      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.

      • Tony36

        Thank you

      • arqios

        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 β€œdanger zone.”

        • Tony36

          Thank you

          • arqios

            Welcome πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•Š

          • Goldfinch60

            Keep on drumming Tony, the rhythm of life will never stop.

            Andy

            • Tony36

              Thank you



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