Music Hallfunk Poem by Peter LeBuhn

moon has risen
venturing down a dark back alley
the night...misty

far off distance
hearing music
...people playing
...people singing
...people dancing

a music hall
down a cobblestone street
slipping in the side door
the music is overtaking
...into a fierce dancing beat

noticing two ladies by the bar
checking me
playing to them increasingly seductivly

coming upon thee they are
the dream has begun
the fantasy...set in place
the dance we will make
...the future is ours to make
...the future is ours to take