Melodys poured over ice

one mission: mayhem. the thought crosses my mind as i sit      
and sip a goose & tonic on the rocks.      
The sounds from my distorted speakers spit a melancholic rhythm about life and love.    
I decide to press on.      
I reach in my closet and pull out a tarnished pea coat.      
I dim the lights and exit my apartment door in a crazed mindset.      
     
The air is sticky sweet. The wind blowing can only give hope of another bended night.    
The vivid lights flashing from the streets shoot excitement through my body as I near the district.      
     
sounds of horns. Car alarms. sirens    
catapult my oblivious mind into a fixated state. I'm ready now.    
People are flowing in and out of buildings. Traffic jams in each lane.  
Cool air in my nostrils and in my heart  
another desire to be near the glow of another late night charade.      
     
I see the people.  
I see a line of well dressed, pretentious party goers.  
Girls in heels eager to dance the night away. Guys suited up ready to mingle. Ingesting strong cocktails is the plan.      
Most wont get the chance.      
     
I walk down an alley way. Headed for the back door.      
Eager to shake the right hands. Out comes the door guy.      
Hefty in presence & small with words. Puts out his sweaty hand. shakes mine. Lets me pass.      
     
I pass through a long narrow hallway, dimly lit. With each step, the sound gets louder.
The bass shakes my kneecaps.      
I breath in the sweet sounding drum beats.      
I exhale and get my game face on.    
     
At the end of hallway. I enter through dark sheer curtains.      
There are small VIP tables. A bevy of women in short skirts      
and high heels reveal their beautiful legs.      
Men buttoned up perfectly. Hair styled just the right way.      
     
Behind the bar, the tender mixes cocktails infused      
with a devilish grin.      
Measuring perfect portions of excellence      
to provide maximum flavor.      
     
Melody's poured over ice