~*~"The Celestial Lounge"~*~

I wrote this after I started hanging out at GIGS MUSIC THEATRE in Anchorage. It captures the mood of the place for me.

Get yerself a cup of coffee and enjoy (preferably one large enough to fit both of your fists)

• The moon lingers over town square,
• Beatniks and poets place their souls there,
• The saxaphone's loneliness echoes the room,
• Smoke-filled and black, quiet as her tomb.
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• The aroma of my desired master,
• As I sip it slow,
• Josh shakes his mane,
• That cat can really blow.
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• A nightengale named cloudy,
• Steps up to that 'phone,
• This is the true
• "Euphoric Zone".
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• It snows beyond the walls of my underground,
• There's nothing there for me,
• Beyond this
• Celestial Lounge.
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• A misfit by nature,
• really nowhere else to go,
• So I call the camarero,
• And say, "Another round, daddy-o"