There’s a band I’ve never seen before
but they’re right outside my window now:
Virginia Natural Gas
reads the logo on their van.

They rolled out dressed
in orange and black
and bright, bright yellow like a pack
of day-glo tigers at a rave.

Haven’t even heard the intro yet
and already I’m a fan.
If the gas line blows
and the bass kicks in,
I know they’ll raise the roof.