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I Must Come Back To This Nightclub - Part 1

I must return to this nightclub again
I know I break promises but this one
I walked in and took a corner
The DJ paused the music in the air
And said with a real bad tone
Who parked the Limousine at the bay
Silence, except some kisses of glass
Everyone turned their eye to me
And my self esteem grew
My esteem swelled by a belly
The waitress catwalking straight to me 
With careful respect
Her apron galloped 
Across the spectacular silence
While balancing the tray
The car moved out and all eyes went out
The music went on
I must buy a Limo

Next day. 
I bought a limo, like the very same one
parked it at the entrance
And no one said a thing. 
I waited for words
Words of esteem
But nobody talked

I stayed till morning
A patient owner, playing with the key
Sipping glass class after class
Exuding taste for hours
looking sharp in the wallet
Nothing cheap on my table
On I went till dawn
The DJ left at dawn
The servers left at dawn
Without their eyes everyone left
I too staggered out carefully 
I looked once then stared
The limo was gone

Who took the limo
Said I to the gateman
The owner my friend, said his mouth
He gave me tip, for keeping a look

I must come back to this nightclub
And I did but straight to the DJ
I say in middle and waited
He said in clear voice
Who stole a limo yesterday
All eyes turned to me
Silence
A policeman walked straight to me
And the music played

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