Looking for a Beer

The music is loud.  Too loud

A Bank of televisions

Showing all angles

Reveal Nothing

Inside is Dank, bright

My eyes fall heavy on the floor

Boards broken, Shambles all creak

Heads stay unrisen 

My interruptions play off

Everyone concentrates

Only on their person

Silence Rules all

Baby Powder, Strong

Coming from the corner

No one sees, all look on

The Two sit there

a Dark table tucked away

Parting hands, White Stripes

Baby Powder Cloud

The Weights must be

Must be Perfect

I am the only one

Watching, Open eyed

Stunned, shunned into place

The Music Stops

Floor boards Scream

I Exit downward, Out again