Too unimpressed to dress

Sharp neon borders
And septic smiles
Are everywhere
In the Hotel bar.
It's 10pm; I got in late
And now techno music fists, fists, fists
Punishment into my ears

Thumping like a wet dog,
I approach the bar.
I’m wearing a grubby brown vest.
A frowning face with a shiny badge
Makes it clear that this is a mistake.
Asks me to make my way to an unlit booth
While the glitterball laughs around the room.

Well, let it.
I've been checked in here a while.
I'm probably the only one
Aware of the loose wiring
In the hallway,

And so, I grow amused
From my cave seeing
Plastic jackets and chain shirts
Flirting their affairs
Across ice cube chairs
Sluggish lips and free nuts
That swim unwashed
From table to table.
I watch women of all ages
Clinging desperate to the same dress
And grow oddly warm
In a tatty old vest.