Poem: That second Eric Clapton concert I went to...

We were at an Eric Clapton concert – ie: A White  Room – none more white when it comes to the blues and there was a bit of argy-bargy going on. Some dude was pushing another dude and then my dad got all up in the grill of someone - chest puffed out – and I’d never seen that before. So I had to join in too. I was worried about the old man, didn’t want to…