To the Lonesome of the Club
when his jam comes on
one second in
an electric burst hits his gut
he pulls his shoulders upright
bites the left side of his bottom lip
and starts to move his head to the tempo
over to the crowded dance floor
gorgeous women and gorgeous men
try their best to keep rhythm
he knows his body
he knows this beat
and his shoes can destroy this track
but he glances instead
at the empty seat beside him
swivels back to the bar
puts his eyes back down
and drinks
to the lonesome of the club
