caught for a moment
in the perfumed wake of a midnight ship
gliding past me into the ocean
sailors seeking romance
in all the wrong places
standing at the end of the bar
watching games get played
the dance floor is crowded
the beautiful bopping to the beat
of a techno remix
of last years hit single
one twenty a minute
racing heartbeat of youth
a couple cling close
too close for comfort
whispering sweet somethings
and she is hanging
on every word
spilling from wet wasted lips
poetry from the bottom
of his vodka-inspired heart
high-pitched and nervous
roses attract bar-flies
fifteen going on fourty
A friday night that'll last for twenty years
while outside
taxi-cab coaches
wait to take cinderella home
