Coolness of night

is the heat of music


ripples of song wash

against the shoreline

of ears

abandoned to the will

of music and whiskey


the unreliable are drawn

into convincing eyes

absorbed within the web,

a wicked spell they accept


ugly crazy lights flash,

freezing frames

without motion


the club has no name

or front door

its on a dirt road

two lefts

off the highway





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