Afterglow

I hope it takes a long time
For this stupid grin
To fade from my face.

A smoky room
And I hate smoke
But this time I don't care.

Superstars
You see them as dots
At the far end of a colleseum.

My favorite performers
Are more down to earth.

I got to dance with them tonite.

We rubbed elbows
And talked
And argued
And danced.

It was supposed to be a jam session.
But that didn't happen.
Still I do not care.

I met them.
We got to know each other.

I'm not a singer
Or any kind of performer.
Just a fan.
And they don't care.

We connected.
And I feel joy.

Now I know why
They call this event
Afterglow.


	22 October 2000 revised 25 March 2002
	by Bill Cattey