NO WHERE CLUB

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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