Across the road from a cola bottle made of lights, I sat with a little darlin’ who captured my attention several years before. She was made for me lovely, bodacious as they come, and ready to rock the night away – in my dreams. In reality, we’d crossed 7 decades a few days earlier and held hands as we slowly moved our way through the ear-piercing sound of a Las Vegas night. One last vacation with my baby? I had begged for it.
My heart danced.
You might believe loud music, Las Vegas Cover Bands, and the brilliant lights of the Sunset Strip are made for youth, but I’m telling you, this boomer is rockin’ the socks off his darlin’ with every single dance step. I love me some Las Vegas dancing. And I’d begged for this trip.
As we strolled the strip, hand in hand, she promised me forever. I promised her my heart. Either way, we were winners. Lovers in the city that never goes to sleep. Partners in life. I held her hand, she held my heart.
Tribute Cover Bands.
Walking down the strip we found our forever. She stepped to the beat, missing most of them, but making sure she hit the ones that mattered, taking my heart along. A tribute to the days of yesterday, our focus on tomorrow. I would remember all the days of my life… I would hold onto this moment every day of my life. She played the tribute in my final hours, and I endured.
Our Limo Awaits.
As the lights come on in Vegas, the sun begins to set. But you’d never know there’s no sun high above you, unless you look up. The lights on the strip are bright. And at my age, looking up makes me dizzy. I tend to try to see past my belly to the place I intend to place my foot next, unless I’m dancing. Then, my darlin’ guides my steps to the beat of a cover tune so reggae that Bob Marley comes to mind. He kinda takes over my mind on any given night, laying out the tunes, forcing my feet to move. I feel the tempo. I dance the steps in my heart.
I may be close, but I’m not there yet… Keep the door open darlin’!
Las Vegas Style for Boomers.
Is it real? Or is it just my memory? The sidewalk lit up like the morning, people strolling past, the limo waiting at the sidewalk’s end, and me… Dancing through the night. I may never escape this world I’m livin’ in, but I promise I’ll wait for you at the end.
Was it just yesterday?
I met you on the Strip while you visited someone close. But I never left your side. You took my hand in yours and we walked. I gave you my heart.
Can someone please write this song! The memory of Las Vegas style cover bands rock industry standards… I remember the moment. I …