The Club

A piano plays in a room of smoke

The mirrors reflect it all.

Ghosts who dance the night away

Spill out in the hall.

The music’s clear, the voices loud

And why not let them go?

They’ve all been through something more

Then you and I can know.

It’s not so bad to take a peak

At what was once the thing.

Flappers, cowboys, jazz galore

And opera in the wing.

This crazy place, it keeps them all

From the confines of their graves.

All of them have come to see

That Jesus does not save.

So all the fun they feared to have

When life was still within

They indulge in now both night and day

In this place that knows no sin.

As I turn to leave I wish them well

Though my face they cannot see.

Hoping when my own time’s up

I’ll join the revelry.