Rock and Roll Show

Got a bit of the night fever again.
The lights blazed themselves in me
And bright-eyed I came home late;
Still partcipating in the last three hours.

But the bar left the people,
And they riddled the streets riotous.
"Where you goin' now?' 'I don't know. What's still open?"
We watched the glasses and bottles float away.

Banter, business, cigarettes in the basement; away into the night, and home. Music blares and blares in us...us.

Finally home, I think of that which
Escapes me nightly. Maybe that's why I stay up- looking for that jump. It's got
To be around sooner or later.

But the company I keep are music, cigarettes and booze. Disorient my morning so I can wake up grumpy and full to the brim with fire. I work better.

Let that day roll on by sweet and swift and find a comfortable spot to deduce the logic of my thoughts. Tonight has become a pleasure.