My jog turned to a stroll

The saddest stroll you’ve ever seen

Past the popcorn stall and gift shops

Lining the ruin that was main street

Then I heard some noise erupting

From the fire station window (defunct as it ever was)

Solid state amps and guitars tuning

An insane mechanized purring

Being the good American I am, I knew I had to run

Up the stairway to inspect

At the top, a door, a sheet a paper stapled into it that said

‘to all who come to this happy place, welcome in’

Stepped into a crimson red apartment

With a pristine floral carpet

Victorian furniture upturned against the wall

A guy with a mic said “come on inside, we was only gettin’ started”