Best Nightclub Poems
Standing near the front of the queue
The boy rehearses his lines
"Just three or four pints"
Over and over again in his head
Focussing on every step
That takes him to the inquisitor
Stray too far to the left or right
And there's no way back
Behind him, the underage drinker
Tries his best to blend in
Three years underage but
Looking sharp in his best togs
"Play it cool," he says to himself
But the doubts creep in
As butterflies mingle with
The Merrydown in his gut
Further back, a girl peers
Into her make-up mirror
As she tries to remove the traces of vomit
From that alleyway spew
The icy wind drags its nails
Through her ample bare skin
But it fails to break her concentration
There's drinking to be had
The guy behind can't help but admire
As she bends over to dab
Chilli sauce off her high heels
With a Johnson's baby wipe
With girls like this around
He will surely add another
Notch to his bedpost
By the breaking of the light
A more miserable night beckons
For the punter round the corner
As a half-empty bottle of beer
Smashes full in his face
As the perpetrator takes flight
With an impressive turn of pace
His victim crashes to the ground
And awaits the siren's call
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
Pope Frances was a night club bouncer.
I’m not lying, I’m not a flouncer.
I know it’s odd.
He still loved God.
The devil he grabbed and called a pouncer.
Angels in a nightclub
There are angels in my heart and angels in sight;
There are angels everywhere I look tonight.
This is surely Heaven, for there is magic in the air.
The finest, most beautiful, angels are here.
There are not enough words, to express the way that I feel;
There are not enough ways to say you are beautiful.
There is not enough time for me to show you my feelings are real.
There is just enough time for me to change your world.
To catch your eye, to make you smile;
An automatic response, you cannot deny.
Admit you love me, or at least don’t hate me,
Then my heart can be set free.
One day angel tears may fall from our eyes,
But right now we could be something, so raise a smile.
You can’t be sad, when I look so silly,
When I am simply, being me.
Trying hard to make you laugh;
Exchanging vanity for looking daft.
Darkness lets you dance freely,
So you can let go and fall in love with me.
We are two people; we both know one is not enough.
Let us become Romeo and Juliet; let us each find love.
Kiss me goodnight and hold me tight.
My angel in the nightclub…
You changed my life.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aphorism Plus “How Long Did I Dream”by Lou Breese and His
Version: Orchestra, 1942, vocals by Jean Williams:
The first time How long did I dream?
that I saw you How long did I sigh?
was across the How long did I scheme
crowded room. To make you mine?
You walked in How long did I yearn?
a tight tiny door How long did I pray?
took your hand How long did I learn
cutup dance floor To love you this way?
sardines in a can.
Crazy got crazier I thought that I'd forget you,
the front rush up But I never did.
the back was there I thought that I'd regret you,
and we all got stuck But I never did.
in a middle square.
We closed our eyes How long did I dream?
the gals and guys How long did I cry?
in the confusion How long did I scheme
its just an illusion To make you mine?
Twas our pastime
yours and mine
we were extreme
and all is fine
I seem to deem
the dance theme
“How Long Did I Dream”
Mirror, mirror, mirror ball.
You would be the wisest of them all.
Watching from above, the night roll out,
All the dancing and the drink shout outs.
You would see love at first sights or the start of a fist fight.
Watched them walk in so dressed to impressed, but by the end all disorientated and stressed.
The floor at the start would mirror from your ball, but at the end so slippery with drink most would fall.
You would see the first to arrive and the last to leave.
And the cleaners cleaning up on hands and knees.
Mirror, mirror, mirror ball I don't envy you at all.
In the summer of 1978, in a small club in New Jersey a pretty cool thing happened to me.
At the time, I was only nineteen years old, and it was one of my first times ever being at a nightclub. I remember the night was hot and the club was packed with disco dancers and punk rock people. After doing my thing out on the floor, making moves and grooving to the copy band's music, I worked up quite a thirst and decided to go get myself a Budweiser at the bar. The bar was packed with people waiting to get their drinks, so packed that I literally had to squeeze in between a discoed-out dude and an all decked out punk-rocker with short blonde hair. Politely, I asked them both if I could quickly get my drink and be on my way. With his fingers tapping the bar top to the beat of the music, the punk-rocker turned to me and said- "It's a free country, do what you want" looking dazed and baffled I just gave a smile and proceeded with a raised arm to try to flag over a tender. After a few minutes I finally got the tender to come my way, so, I ordered my Budweiser and as a nice jester to the punk-rocker who seemed pretty cool, I offered to buy him a beer. He accepted my offer and we began to have a friendly conversation. We chatted for a few and after a short time I introduced myself to him. By the way- I said, I am Charlie...and you are? He replied with a smile and said- "Hello Charlie- my name is Billy, Billy Idol from the UK". At the time, he had just come over from across the seas, and he was not yet as well-known as he would be in the near future. My time with him was short but as short as it was, I will never forget about it. Two months after meeting him in the nightclub I heard him for the first time ever on the local radio station.
dancing with myself
close encounters with a punk
played on radio