It’s another hotshot night in the Steaming town

Of screaming wailing sirens

Crowned with singing and dancing

Pumping thumping music coloured lights

Among the daily dilly dally splashing of flower laden heights

bathing in the fountain

washed in freezing frothy folly filled pints

And shots with shouts

Of she’s just another

Among the glut of burning talent

Who strut the streets with

Tight fit pouting lipstick gloss

Supposedly ready and willing

But surprisingly saying no to the overtures

Of another candid pleader

Because she’s a tender Betty

Not willing and getting no peace

From the fool who wants a piece

Just like the rest of the fools made on a night like this

Heady with foolish glint and intent

incensed with the vodka-soaked bravery

Of one for the road

But the roads are a bloody place

When you are five sheets to the wind

And the wind blows a different course

Where the bravado banging sails

Blow back and forth until the sail cuts loose

And the wind dies down

Because she says no

To the crawling pulling tugging eyes

Of another hot and scheming night

Not to be trawled and mauled

Where hearts and minds coalesce

To form a steaming amphoras mess

And adios becomes goodnight with a look that says

Go fry some fish somewhere else buddy

Come back when you are full grown

not just of body

but of mind as well