The Improbable New Sensations

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»