Nightclubs
There is a time
In some people’s
Life’s when going
To a nightclub is
A thrill.
The desire to escape
Into a realm
Where ambience
And music
And cool vibes
Pulsate.
Being chic
And getting past
Velvet ropes
Is an ego trip.
To hit a
Wall of sound
Of a great
System
High on
Booze
Or
drugs
And
Admire some
Of the cats
Surrounding you
And sneering
At the ones you
Deem “uncool”
Is a rush.
There are
Times
And
Places
That
Are made
Into myths
By some
Like
Studio 54 NYC
And everyone
Says they were
There even if
They never where.
I went to
Liquid in Miami
When it was the
Hottest thing
And felt
So hip
But then one
Day the hottest
Club is
Cold
And a new one
Replaces it
Like some
Johnny come
Lately
And
You laugh
At the pretension
And
Snobbery
And
Fakery
and
ask yourself
why you would
ever want to
go there?
But then sometimes
The pull of it
Strikes
And you end up
There all over again
If the mood
Mood
Beckons.
Some will think
It sucks
Others are having
The time of their lives
And it all seems
To revolve
Around
States of mind
And things
So arbitrary.
And one day
It becomes
Just memories
Glorious
Bad
Faded
Jaded
Lost
To the
Channels
Of time.