The Orpheum
orpheum nights, fights, neon lights…
club dandys regulars feeling randy…
all you can drink, many sink,
puking on the sidewalk out front…
there is always one
eyed across the room, bass thumping,
you can see their heart pumping,
sweat beaded … they need
to not be alone, but they are…
everyone so close…so far…
go home alone, come back next week..
another night..
drink…
The The Orpheum by Lurking Fear, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.