Faint voices from a TV set
Waft lazily through the cool air
Click of a lighter from my
Neighbour downstairs
The dull bass of dance dissolves
Into raucous hoots of
Rave Owls
Light talk and heavy breaths
Makeup running with the sweaty
Neon signs
A man yells the World is dying
In the alley below
Then lights his spoon
Acrid scents and fumes
Mingling with Tram dings
Train horns warning, turning
The chanting of a chorus
Into Angelic choirs of Contact Sports
Of Money placed on Winners
Losers spill into the street
Footsteps, friends singing
Some one hit 90s hit
On their way to the servo
To the next bar
Homeward bound