Air Drumming

The old beaten dashboard in my old beaten car, Is my old beaten down drumming kit, And whenever I sit at a set of red lights, Each hand is a magic drum stick, Recreating the moment Phil Collins kicks on, Into the air tonight, Onto My doorbell, Blue orchid, Jolene, White Stripes’ hypnotic Meg White, Then through the speakers the music takes hold, My eyes close, I sit up on stage, And Back in Black takes flight into the world, And my drumming flies off in a rage, I love air drumming in my old beaten car, When I’m stopped at red lights on the street, Drumming along to each song that comes on, In a seductive spontaneous beat.