Night on the tiles

I'm determined to write
Something trivial
Something light
I've written enough
About the Emerald Isle
Or unrequited love
So now I'll write
About a night on the tiles

Trains and taxis

Full o' girls with fake tans

Tripping over their maxis

And guys with beer cans

Like Carling, not Cains

Kids try to look cool

Roaming around Liverpool
Downing daiquiris
And probably E's
At Mathew Street's bars
With suffocating heat
Shoes mopping the floor
Hours of beats and bass
And tequila tastes
We head for the door
To Heebie jeebies
ID at the ready
Avoiding the 'sleazies'
Then Alma de Cuba
Dancing the hula
Alpha males
By the alter rail
Belly dancers and shakers
Hungry eyes and glances
Looking for takers
Looking for kisses
Or just someone hot
Until he got caught
By his misses
Next time I'll just snooze
with whiskey and lime
Soakin up the blues
And takin it slow
...At Mello Mello