Oasis Club Poem by Harlan Lovestone

Piper is a crooning and pouring out his soul
with a sentimental diddy a tune that's very old
coat-check girl is tired
her feet are stiff n' sore
her back is growing weary
cause her body can't take no more
the industrial pioneers are here in their three piece suits
smoking there packers
drunken their backs at the happy hour hoot

if you look at everybody up and down this club
all they're seeing here now is a glass of instant love

no standing here allowed, no mardi-gras no crowds
seems everywhere you turn
there's another fool lad who's learned
that the price of making too much sound
is when the bouncer knocks you down
no loitering around this place
it's just an empty space

It's too late to be this early
too early to be late
piper loves the spotlight and he's known to hesitate
while jimmy pounds cresendo
eddie takes it slow
with a girl from the elevator
he met leaving at four

no standing here allowed, no mardi gras no crowds
seems everywhere you turn
there's another young lad who's learned
thats the price of making too many pounds
buys the patrons a set of rounds
no loitering around this place
it's just an empty space

so buy us young lad a round
buy us young lads a round
buy us young lad a round
buy us young lads around

buy us young lad around
before the train heads home from town