Raucous hard-driven pounding rhythm
Out of gigantic towering speakers
Called to me across the speedway.
Kingdom Come, Dokken, Scorpions...
I was waiting on Metallica and Van Halen.
Nearly smothered against the stage,
Gritty and sweaty I stood screaming.
It was the summer of my 13th birthday
Neither boy nor man; rock music fan.
The power of music moves me!
Hand held high, I am a waving statue,
Eiffel in a racetrack infield.
From the west came thunderheads
Ripped with lightning flashes "Evacuate the grandstands!"
Eerie silence and darkness, power killed.
Walking through the mud to my brother's car,
On the other side of a big parking lot,
Rated as uncool, but quickly improved. "Looks like we can restart the show!"
Dirty, we headed back inside the raceway.
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