the colorful sketch of lights
shots of blistering bass

two bouncers
one alright and one scary
his way or
no way

ten thousand hats
block your way
as you ignore and smile
your way
through the usual complaints

you shake your head
hoping it’s enough
but it’s never

the wait of drinks
filled with stories

they all want
the conquest
but only one can be
the king

they get out of
pedestrian zone
driving their way
to the grind
you wait to piss
the wall’s your best friend
drunk on beer

little spots of you
dripping down on the floor
get lost in the sea of
cheap rum and coke

zipping up you
march in to
meet more