satisfaction

you aren't quite
as old as the band,
but not far behind.
even so, you feel like
you might have more
tread left on your
tire than they do.
they look like broken
sticks, glued back
together again.
strumming hard at
their guitars, pursing
their lips,
the blue spotlights
hitting their
shadowed eyes,
neither smiling, nor
grimacing, but more
stone faced
and resolved to this
life that has chosen
them since that first
big hit. satisfaction.