Wednesday, June 29, 2011

nightlife - a poem

nightlife

the night is alive
with the light

people dance in
smoky jazz clubs
to the music of the kings-

girls with glitter on
their eylids and
dresses that glimmer
with the blue lights

boys with slicked-back hair
and nervous smiles

dipping, spinning
turning, gliding
with the urgent jumble
of the nightlife sounds

                             Sincerely,
                                                               A Writer

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