Queenie's

A nightclub in Beijing. Not all that great, but at least it stays open late.

Queenie’s

We got there one drink too soon
Music was on but the bangers hadn’t started
How do we let out a little exuberance?
Some people pick up their partners, some
Beeline to the dance pole
Yellow hair whips, midsections spin
The bashful go fleeing
Do you see your future ex out there?
Heaven’s a place on earth, the DJ played
And then a flip switched, a thing kicked in
Call it one’s sense of the moment
Or a beverage that clocks in
Gin and tonics go flying, as do our partners
In Beijing a place on Earth we make a Heaven of Hell
And a Hell of Heaven. That’s Milton
Who could imagine a lot but maybe not this
Spinning. The lights. Gin
Not at all fast-acting. Gyration. Swift as a coursing river
(How does it go?)
With all the force of its great dance moves
We got there one drink too soon
And will leave one drink too late
Music is on and the bangers have started