The tuxedo t-shirt bar crew
yelled Last Call to the crowd
of hot grinding dancers
and solitary pointstars.
Their club DJ sequed to his final song,
urging them all to find a spark,
a spark to ward off the lonely dark.
With his final notes pairing magic
pulsing in the air DJ sighed:
My post written in exactly 55 words for Friday Flash 55. This is the last week that G-Man will serve as our Host here. It has been a great ride, G!