alcoholic orchestra

inhale and walk into a bar tap the counter order the pina colada finger the glass’s rim bottoms up and ride the eighth into the half as the leader bangs the stick and the crowd goes wild watch the face of every good boy come to life heavy breaths in between the groups of sixteens that are thrown at the men and the ladies in red fade away, screaming fermata take the change and grab the keys note the time, its antiquated tick leaves an elegant signature in a brazen environment out the door you go sit in your car, and rest look up and start the solo-ridin’ don’t look back as multiple crashes lead to a bang silence for a moment and exhale