The Romper Room Poem by Butch Decatoria

On the second and third
In a four story building
A box with white pillar corners
And wide Victorian high ceiling
Windows for an unremarkable space
From the outside, weathered, aged
Old down town curb appeal
Late after hours
Enter the back hit the ceiling
In candy coated
Colored lights
Against plaster white
Walls interiors lasers
Dance galore
Bean bags on the floor
Rave in the rumpus
The Romper Room.