Kerauac Dreams

Walk in with heels and cash

watch for who has the stash.

Take a turn, take a spin,

this night is ready to begin.

A drip on the tongue when

the dance is finally done.

Hundreds of flashing lights,

drinks shimmery and bright.

A dance this way and that way too,

a hug and a hello to you.

A kiss, a lingering touch,

everyone knows once is never enough.

Mingle cigarette smoke new and old

with a happy jay freshly rolled.

Once more around the dance floor,

catch sight of a figure walking out the door.

A laugh and a giggle at the jest

for Innocence has just left.

How light and free everything seems,

as we slip into our Kerauac dreams.

Don’t try to find your way out,

there is always last call to soothe your doubt.

Goodnight to all your pseudo friends,

until tomorrow, when it’s all done again.