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Club Watching
Feeling the loneliness all the way to my toes
Sitting here watching life around me hum and jive
Drinking JB dourness mourns inside me
Can’t get drunk enough to numb the pain
Sh*t this ain’t the way life is suppose to be
Popping my fingers off beat to some song
Played over and over again
My head starts to ache I know a hangover
Will be my lover for the morn
Stomach feeling queasy too much
Greasy fried food for dinner, this drink
Ain’t agreeing with me neither
Look at the women standing at the bar
Waiting or praying to meet Mr. Right or Mr. Whoever
Too much makeup hiding their worn out skin
Dresses too tight to fit in
Fake diamonds, tarnished gold
Adorn their rusty bodies
Perfume from another generation
Smells up the place still they think
They are the bomb diggity
Attitudes need adjusting
Men walk in looking in their
Direction, quizzical expression
Plays across their tired faces
Saunter up to the bar order a drink
Turn to the lady to his right
Not bad looking if she took off
Some of her war paint
Start a conversation, “Can I buy you a drink?”
“Come here often? “ “Have I seen you some
place before, oh yeah in my dreams” the same
Old bullshit lines works every time
Get her number, but he’ll never call
Move on to the next
“Girl he is fine as vintage wine”
“Did you give him your number?”
“No I gave him yours, don’t worry he aint gonna call”
Club watching
Comments
So true! Excellent!
This was great. Funny, yet true to life. Nice one.!
Ladies and gents of the night, looking for someone to play with through the night and wake up to leave before the other says goodbye nice knowing you. Not remembering how it felt and who really cares. Yes those were the nights of wasted energy just for play and tasteless hangovers in the morn. Thanks for the memories:0(...lol
Ah I remember those days well. Now I just go to Leroy's. Since you wrote and published this you survived the hangover, that's a plus, so is the poem.
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