In Raytown, Missouri, a large shed in a shopping center just off the highway houses Funkytown, a neon, disco-themed dance club that is locally famous for being both ridiculous and awesome.
Despite wanting to hold the place at arm’s length and enjoy it only ironically, I have to confess I had a genuinely good time, especially because the dance floor has been tricked out to look like a giant carwash complete with old-school brushes and bubbles.
Experience the funk (and because they were never intended to describe something so unnatural, some funky haikus):
Pray to disco ball
Spinning and shining above
The god of the dance
Climb up the stairway
To heaven, it’s VIP
And remains empty
A town this funky
Makes neon a state of mind
Crunchy as fall leaves
Drinks become empty
Gnarly tree lords over bar
Sees you sip then trip
Cougars in a cage
On soapy neon dance floor
They get too frisky
Halo of bubbles
Suspended like a held breath
Pop ephemeral
Chair offers a hand
Have a seat in your short skirt
Homage to the douche
2 comments:
Sorry I missed this
No, wait, what am I saying?
It's soap to you now
Haiku to you, Mr. Wilson!
Thanks for reading.
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