Beer in their hands
In the bar of
nowhere
The flow of rock
music
It makes the night
The pretty women
The women walk in
the night
They smell of heat
of desire
Every blooded man
will cry
The hot women
The men will hit
the score
Because it is the
natural thing to do
But the men sit
with beers in their hands
They need to boost
their confidence
With the hot women
walking by
The eyes catch glimpses
and smile
The women smell in
the air
The intoxicating whir of air
The rock music hit the high notes
The men shake their legs
The women look “what’s with them?”
The men smile with beers in their
hands
They dare not show their souls
They don’t want to get entangled in
the night
The full moon in their eyes still
they smile
The bar in nowhere
The full moon in the sky
The shadows move in secret
In the rendezvous of the night
By daylight nothing is found
It is empty like a vacant land
A desert void of any human existence
Across the line a caravan parks near
a shade
The men smile with
beers in their hands
Wave it up to the
sun of brilliant rays of light
The wind whirring
hot air around
In the distance a
rock music playing
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