Fillmore

Hello Fillmore
Something to see
A cold hard
Dead, lifeless
Empty…. auditorium

Till the first super trooper spot-light
Paints the stage
And roadies drag their stuff
Inside the work place of their day

Shadows fill
Sounds checks give pulse
And soon
the life
Drags em in

The stage full of them,
Musicians
The seats full of them, kids
Dark is blasted to hues
Of music heaven

Sounds rock the still walls
Vibrate the halls
The dead old stage
Is alive again, rockin today.