Entitled "Disco Night"

Heart pumping electro vibrations

heads flying back bodies gyrating

The disc jockey controls the temple

The love language to our bodies euphoria

High heels and platform shoes send shockwaves singing through our nerves

A small price to pay in the morning

thanks to our recklessness and youth

denim shirts bell bottom pants Afros galore

who knew the moments captured on these nights

would actually live in the pages of history books

back when life is worth living

When cheap thrills reminded you of what America was supposed to feel like

The 24 hour White Castle was The community center

Home of New York’s most nocturnal animals

they say money can’t buy happiness

back in those days all you needed was a few rolls of quarters

And a good excuse to be out later than you were supposed to

Before Uber and Lyft

when you actually had to work hard for your ride home

The whistling sound of pedestrians like bird calls in the wild

The strobe light illuminated us

feeling superhuman only the bouncers were our kryptonite

oh and don’t even think about not having the perfect transition

that ended your career right on the spot

when fashion what is your identity

not pieces to a grand façade

when maraschino cherries wasn’t the only Sweet thing you could find

when all your woes could be cured with a few laughs

and on those worst nights The occasional line of nose candy

there was something special about those moments

Young, wild, and carelessly free

What I would give to be young again