A small town club thick with
Haze from the cigarette tar
Was the place to be that night
Underneath the smoke filled crowded light
In the middle of the gloomy room
Guys and girls inhaled and exhaled
The age old tune of love and life
Saying all the things that seem good
Underneath the smoke filled crowded light
While a man sat unnoticed
Ranting and raving at his one true friend
A small empty beer can
Watching and listening to the dance move by
He inhaled and exhaled as life passed his eye
All things seeming clear to him
In his intoxicated flight
Underneath the smoke filled crowded light
© Raymond t. Carter 2001
