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Sixty thousand in the stands
Very few were baseball fans
The night was hot and steamy
Unruly crowd behaving sleazy
Many drunk and losing it
Spewing hate for disco music
Marijuana scent drifted in swirling bands
Whiskey and joints passed to eager hands
Black vinyl discs flying like Frisbees
Comiskey, this night, no place for sissies
Many stoned and losing it
Spewing hate for disco music
Radio host, Steve Dahl the ringleader
Playing the role of disco's grim reaper
His disorderly army filled every seat
Curses rising in the blistering heat
Many drunk and losing it
Spewing hate for disco music
The upper deck swayed from side to side
Chants of "Burn Baby Burn" intensified
Beer bottles sailed over team dugouts
The fellas there were no boy scouts
Many stoned and losing it
Spewing hate for disco music
General Dahl trotted to the center field bullpen
Blew up a bin of disco records and yelled, "Amen"
His army spilled from the stands every damn one
A scene worthy of Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451
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Writing Prompt |
For all of you disco fans... Write a poem of any form or style in appreciation of the disco era. Burn baby, burn! |
Author Notes
A night Chicago still remembers.
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