The bass player stands, away from the band,

an empty glass upon his Amp.

The fruit machine flashes, a glass collector dashes

in front of the singer in the band.

Rhythm guitarist, looks at the set list

still learning all the chords.

The lead guitarist, up against the bar is

Trying to look cool but bored.

A drunk lady dances, while looking for glances

From younger lonely hearts

The serious drummer, stares at the strummer

Who is playing what he wants.

The singer singing, mobile phones pinging,

The first sets always slow.

Then the drinks kick in, they all want to sing.

And dance wildly on the floor.

Last orders at the bar, another encore.

The taxis wait outside.

Home safe tonight, thanks for your time.

The band unplugged but wired.