Club Seventeen - Part Uno

Neither too far, nor too near
Apparently here but not there

Somewhere in the middle
girdled in this gazing riddle

Neon lights deflect on my panoramic view
As I blaze through the streets past my curfew

neither sixteen or eighteen
Speaking not, about my gin but just the number seventeen


As I step down and look at the signs
It's the crossing of Seventeen and Main

Smiling, I pace seventeen
when flakes of winter shower like a dream

As I feel the warmth of the flakes on my tongue tip
It reminds me of salsa and a dip

Bright lights of blue neon hold my attention
As I walk in to the doors of a brewskie junction

Pretty damsels and protein boys everywhere
I loose no time in locating a peaceful chair

As I take away my coat et all
I feel the sweet pain, nothing but a muscular gain

Smile on to myself of my proud workout the day before
Pressed a buck ninety to feel the pump galore

As I smile at the angel, tender at the bar
I realize a wet kiss on my neck just below the ear

I knew the smell, fruity and spicy
Turning around I say...Shalimar !

And I hear a feeble tone of seduction attempted
I look at those eyes and say permission granted

As I lean over and say bull and vodka for me
And the lady might use an appletini

I hear Jessica alba moan
Sin City is on the screen & shalimar girl is gone

unperturbed I sip my bull and take a look
Jill is my name and I know you move off the hook

Surprised at flattery I turn around
oh! well it's my good friend who stands on balanced grounds

Hugging I say, what's up
I hear her say..are you ready !

Ground rules she says, spanking my tail feather
I turn around and the bar tender says..Hi! I am Heather

chuckle, I say - you are fine as the christmas weather
she gleams like the diamond on her finger

Wait..diamond on her finger
Before I could realize, my palm has her number

Some questions are better when not asked
rhythm and blues are felt and not heard

Club Seventeen - Part 1