I’m at this basement bar, and the so-called music’s as loud as thunder.
So loud, I can’t even hear, speak, or begin to wonder.
My inner and outer ear-drums are echoing with the continual pounding.
All around the incessant rapp music’s booming and thumping.
The annoying repetitive sounds, drumming away inside my head.
However, somehow my beating heart is remembering my girl instead.
And my attempted idle chats, are overwhelmed by the piercing howling.
But who’s listening anyhow, to my drunken words and lecturing.
It’s probably the extra ales tonight, and I’m slowly drowning away.
Leaning against the bar, elbows entrenched, as if I’m here to stay.
Suddenly my bar-stools vibrating, is it the noise, or am I bodily shaking.
From my old and new nerve-ends being frightfully awakened.
My soulful tears, with all their leftover fears, again quietly trickling.
But there’s no-one to actually notice, within this buzzing cocoon, so resounding.