Along for the ride

Watching you play the mandolin
with your twisty hair
and crazy grin
i thought of that comet
flashing bright
coming in then out of sight
all in a century
more or less
as you tapped the strings
and sparks and fire
took the crowd ever higher
until the sweaty screams
like famous dreams
evaporated
with raucous applause
a deafening pause
then you took your bow
all quiet somehow
and now
it's over
for awhile.