The moon has risen <br />Venturing down a dark back alley <br />The night is misty <br /> <br />In the far off distance <br />Hearing music <br />....people playing <br /> ....people singing <br /> ....people dancing <br /> <br />It is a music hall <br />down a cobblestone street <br />Slipping in the side door <br />The music overtakes me <br />....into a fierce dancing beat <br /> <br />Noticing two ladies by the bar <br />checking me <br />Playing to them and dance increasingly seductively <br /> <br />They are coming upon me <br />The dream has begun <br />The fantasy...Set in Place <br />....The dance we will make <br /> ....The future is ours is to see <br /> ....The future is ours to take <br /> <br />Peter LeBuhn<br /><br />Peter LeBuhn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/music-hall-funk/
