Joint high and music driven
Kansas City lights guided me
to the rock vibrations
of Cowtown Palace.
Thirty first and Gillham
was the hum lane of engines
seeking the golden calf
of guitar jubilation.
Wood and concrete supported
hip to hip drug angels absorbing
tunes through every pore of flesh
and brain wave that worshiped rhythm.
Any weekend I could escape gravel
I traveled asphalt to a Kansas City Ballroom
where in the crush of dancing bodies
I felt forever twenty-one.
©Susie Clevenger 2019