Nightlife

I love the nightlife,

I love the neon, the clothes, the shoes:

a foot in the other camp,

pretending the Inn Cognito

is Tramps

or Studio 54.

I love to boogie,

I love the music, the rhythm, the strings:

rocker on the night club floor,

believing the Manhattan Transfer

will stop

at Manchester Picadilly.

I love the disco round,

I love the prices, the beer, the shots,

a dance to the music of booze:

pretending to be Travolta

on speed

at the Hunslet Trocadero.