the night came to me
in a blur of color.
the people dripping with sweat,
the air is fills with smoke,
and the scent of old mahogany
inhabits my shirt.
the room spins
as the liquid burns my throat.
the music booms in waves
through the thick atmosphere.
cups scatter over the marble floor,
like leaves on a fall day.
my head becomes heavy,
but my body moves to the beat.