Sitting at the furthest table
of an, up to now, unknown place,
I become a different entity.
I savour the taste of malt,
the beating of the drums, and
the spontaneous rush of rhythm
through my veins.

I'm in a movie
in the middle of this strange space.
Cadavers of beer,
the boisterous rhythm of the bass,
it's the ultimate freedom for my brain.

Thoughts gone,
worries dissipated, and
now there is nothing left to explain.
It's a different language,
it's those bohemian nights
being discovered once again.

The dim, amber lights and
the dark silhouettes of others
create that all time high.
It's the sweet, intoxicating buzz
of this brand new life. 

 Ex-lovers gone, pain erased,
the splinters of the runaround belong now in another face.
The stranger in a strange land is what I became.
Enjoying the ambience of a different race.