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The Solo Night Out

You'll find me by the bar
 nursing a glass of Coke
Staring into the abyss
Lost in the blackhole of daydreams
Encapsulated in a cacoon of broken dreams.

An hour later
You'll find me by the stage
Dancing to the rythym the live band plays
Lost in the tune of hopes and dreams
Shaking, shimmying, Groving
It's a spiritual awakening
The Gods of my fathers have heard my silent plea

By midnight
You'll find me in a dark corner
Locking lips, morphing into one being with a fine looking chap,
Tugging on his shirt, pulling him closer
It's a marriage of strangers' souls
I don't even know his name, but I'll write about him in my journal


But not even an hour later
You'll find me outside the establishment
Hailing a cab by myself
The man whose soul I sucked out with my lips will remain a pleasant memory
The women whose friendship I made I'll probably never call

I'll be back in two-three months to do this again
To forget myself
To reinvent a new me
And to dance until my feet hurt
Farewell fellow night crawlers
I've got to be at work in four hours


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