dusty road, hot wet heat
crunch of tires, shade of trees
ticket stub, erect the tent
crack two beers, make a friend
setting sun, sound check squeal
crowd in close, toe to heel
voices carry, night rolls in
bodies move, sway and spin
cameras flash, fuses blow
no one cares, moonshine flows
favorite songs, broken strings
rosy cheeks, throats that sting
one more song, encore please
one last note, finally breathe
stumble back, bum a smoke
share a smile, tell a joke
arm in arm, feeling bold
find our way by moonlight’s glow
tent zippers hum, sleep rolls in
we murmur softly: “next year again? ”
hollie ash
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