After Hours
After work,
might as well be after hours
11:15pm
in downtown Olean
the only signs of life
are a couple neighborhood bars
with garish guitars
and over amplified drum kits
competing with
some screeching woman
completely off key
who wants you
to 'shake her all night long'
I will never listen to AC-DC again...
mathiasthom
written 10/30/11
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