air guitar

I'd like to say we never went down to the basement.
There was no reason to,
what with all the good stuff upstairs.

But that isn't true.

On occasion,
I'd get a wild hair
and we'd walk the four blocks to the VFW
spend all the cash getting happy drunk.

and when we got back;

We'd go down there and rock loud music
and make air guitars out of real guitars

I guess those are the ones that stick with you
as time dwindles on
metaphor
or real life for