The deep blue of the evening sky,
that brings my thoughts to places high
while basic music keeps me low,
leaves me with just one place to go:
Amidst the crowds of happy fans
caught up in all their lazy plans,
I sit as I proceed to write
until the dim sky turns to night.
(08/11/09)
Andy Barrette
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tailgating/
