21. Dusk Disco

The yellow-purple drape descends;
the laser show fades out.
The sun has plunged into the sea
bright as an orange trout.
The techie shines a spotlight on
Emcee Moon in maroon chiffon.

Day-birds screech out. The regulars
swarm in: some tipsy gnats,
owls and toads who drink alone,
a cloud of biker bats.
They swoop to tope the champagne light
and suck the nectar from the night.

The wind plays tambourine, and limber
Venus croons a bluesy number.