Basement Bar

 

I’m at this basement Bar, and the so-called music’s as loud as thunder

So loud, I can’t even hear, speak, or begin to wonder

My inner and outer eardrums are echoing with the continual pounding

All around the incessant rapp music’s booming and thumping

The annoying repetitive sounds, drumming away inside my head

However, somehow my beating heart is remembering my girl instead

And my attempted idle chats, are overwhelmed by the piercing howling

But who’s listening anyhow, to my drunken words and lecturing

It’s probably the extra ales tonight, and I’m slowly drowning away

Leaning against the bar, elbows entrenched, as if I’m here to stay

Suddenly my barstools vibrating, is it the noise, or am I body shaking

From my old and new nerve ends being frightfully awakened

My soulful tears, with all their leftover fears, again quietly trickling

But there’s no-one to actually notice, within this buzzing cocoon, so resounding

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2016