The Drummer in the Band
She was quite a lady, back in her younger days.Champagne, caviar and grand formal soirees.
Gentlemen would line up for a chance to take her hand,
But she had a thing for the drummer in the band.
Was it the beat? Was it the heat?
Was it the rhythm in his hands?
Everyone wants to know what it was
About the drummer in the band.
She left the lap of luxury to follow him around.
She never missed show, no matter what the town.
She'd scream like some groupie, passion in a rage.
Every time she would see her drummer on the stage.
Was it the beat? Was it the heat?
Was it the rhythm in his hands?
Everyone wants to know what it was
About the drummer in the band.
To her, the drummer was the whole world.
Sadly, to him, she was just another girl.
She let her time and money slip right through her hand.
In a fruitless chase for the drummer in the band.
Was it the beat? Was it the heat?
Was it the rhythm in his hands?
Everyone wants to know what it was
About the drummer in the band.
Now she walks the city streets, she'll never understand
All the life she wasted for the drummer in the band.
Was it the beat? Was it the heat?
Was it the rhythm in his hands?
Everyone wants to know what it was
About the drummer in the band.
©Bob Simpson, All rights reserved
Poetry by JustBob
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Written on 2016-08-05 at 20:14
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