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While the Band Plays On

While the band plays on
  dancers grow drowsy
    stifling a yawn
    
Half-empty bottles here and there
  couches overlaid with outerwear
     while the band plays on

Drunken arms over backs of chairs lay
  chests rise and fall slowly, feet splayed
     while the band plays on

The dance floor now empty
  last notes float out the door
     the world sober once more

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Date: 6/24/2022 8:34:00 AM
This sounds like 3 am on New Year's - love the melancholy of the last line too~
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/24/2022 3:24:00 PM
It's that 'Great Gatsby' redux perhaps... Thanks, Michelle.
Date: 6/23/2022 2:31:00 AM
There is just a touch of nasty to this, or is it my mind? Hmmmm Thanks for stirring me up.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/24/2022 3:27:00 PM
Perhaps... or perhaps an overdose of melancholy and emptiness, kind of like Jay Gatsby's world poured out of a bottle down the drain. :) gw

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