Insomnia

Woman’s night they say,
It’s a ploy they play,
Boys with cash,
For the players to stash.

Drinks on the house,
Not much rouse,
But at the bar counter,
It was nice n super.

Music vibrating,
Hearts thumping,
Dancers swaying,
Feet moving to the beats.

Out of the blue,
The DJ flew,
Words that said,
Music will be dead.

Hearts so down,
But- noises at another,
Makes the feet wander,
Right to insomnia.

Moved around the floor,
Drank while not,
Cried out at blasphemy,
For mixing house n rock.

Then a change,
Music was sane,
Took the rhythm,
N danced all night…