A day in the life of…

Song of the Club

Posted on: April 20, 2013


Dark of night, cold of winter, biting through the thin black dress

Rushing forward, high heels clicking, running towards the light

Doors spill open, pouring music, light and warmth into our minds

The beat is throbbing, bodies moving, thriving, jiving with the vibe

Drinks held high, fists are pumping, voices raised in songs

Lights are flashing, blue, green, purple, dancing on the mob

Cold dissipates, heat takes over, we sway, we sing, we shout

Sweaty brows, chests heaving, the time ticks tocks towards morn

Tried feet limp, in heels, in shoes, danced until threadbare

We weave the crowd by way of friends, we hug, we kiss, we leave

Disclaimer: I am not a poet but I enjoy blending words

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