born to run

it's painful

seeing

your favorite rock stars

in person

now.

squeezing out

the last

gasps of air from their

lungs,

gnarled fingers

still strumming that old

guitar.

the hoarse voices

straining

to hit that high note.

and yet you go

and cringe.

asking each other, what

song are

they playing now?

it doesn't sound like the old

one.  but

it's been a good long

run,

and it's not over, not

yet,

there's more cities

to fly to,

more adoring

fans to entertain,

more music to play.

the old folks home will

have to wait

a little bit longer.

let's light a match for

just one more

song.