Slipping Between the Crowds

Slipping Between the Crowds

By: James Dubeau

Slipping between the crowds

As the one

That does not

Belong

My ticket to this

High society affair

Is a lie

A forgery

A fake

Just enough

To get me through

The security

And double doors

To walk amongst

The rich

The famous

The powerful

Weaving through the crowds

With wine in my hand

Overhearing conversations

My ears should not hear

Gathering intel

On the enemies

Which I shall soon

Face

Casino Night

Casino Night
By: James Dubeau

When the night
Is still young
The young do say
Lets us go out and play

And before you know it
You are thrown in a car
To travel two states away

On a mighty quest
In search of drink
Casinos
And a bit of trouble

Before too long
Drinks are drunk
And dice are rolled
And one arm bandits
Are wrestled

A stranger at the bar
Buys a round
For all the couples
Making assumptions
On a pair of cousins
Free drinks which cannot
Be refused

Just before last call
Two fistfuls of drinks
Are pounded down
Except for the Irish
Which is slowly enjoyed
Hidden away
In the Styrofoam cup

Minutes turn to hours
Stars and moon
Set outside
While the revelry continues under
Unsetting fluorescents

Second winds become cashed
Pockets are emptied
And eyes grow heavy
The young ride off
Into the sunrise

Half-Priced Thursday

Half-Price Thursday
By: James Dubeau

Out and about
Margarita in hand
Music thumps
And bumps
As dancers
Jump
Grind
New friends
Smile
Laugh
Good times roll
On this
Half-price
Thursday