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the buzz of last night is still in my head
sober now, but the ache is gone
no more throbbing
no more shards cascading behind my eyelids
but the feel of the night
the smell of whiskey, beer, women, and smoke
that’s all still with me

the laughs and the glances
the speeches, the silly little romances
the drunk on the floor
the empty glasses on the table
the explosion of laughter and din of conversation
that’s all still with me

my church the bar
so many faces and stories
“come dance with me” she said
i never see so many smiles
‘it’s an honest place’ i think to myself
you can’t lie here
you can say things that aren’t true
but you can’t lie here
the smiles on their faces
the sound of their feet meeting the floor
that’s all still with me

the roar of the bus engine
the sounds of people in the morning
they’re quiet, they’re not talking
no smiles
just sleepy eyes
and tired countenances
the contrast isn’t lost on me
the energy of the night
the revelry of revelry
the sky rendered pitch by the glare of the streetlights
that’s all still with me