I work spotlight for a club in London;
It provides a cabaret, food and girls
Complete with champagne as a companion.
(I work there - I\'m not about to tell tales).
The term companion will have to do,
I\'m minding my own business anyway.
I know the world fairly well, as should you;
Those private interactions - who\'s to say?
The floorshow’s glitzy but right for the place;
With songs and dancing girls it moves quite fast.
The charm it has is all on the surface
We’re kept busy then it’s over at last.
It’s midnight when that early show is done.
Simon works control board and leads our brood
(Two spot operators of which I’m one)
Straight off to the kitchen to find some food.
From lighting gantry to our meal we all
Navigate down a passage lined with thighs,
Where short skirted women await a call
And I attempt custody of my eyes…
Onward to the kitchen to find that food.
Tonight it’s pasta nicely under cooked;
And away from the gantry’s heat it’s good-
It was the Chef’s best option when we looked.
Over the coffee which is made quite strong
There’s discussion, argument, jokes to tell.
Caffeine saves us as the night’s fairly long;
We three blokes though quite different get on well.
Simon is hip – he’s John Lennon’s double
With shoulder length hair and steel rimmed glasses.
I’m straight looking but we’re not in trouble;
Simon is cool man, this is the sixties.
Back to the second show, the final burst.
An hour later we’re done for the night,
So late with no way of slaking a thirst.
The women stay on - legs there to daylight.
I’m saved a hard night on Euston station
(It’s late - no trains to my place at this time).
Simon’s very kind – his invitation
Rescues me from a mainline bench’s grime.
I accept his invite without a fight -
Off to beanbags in his communal pad;
I’m warm dry and safe on Saturday night,
Saved from some discomfort that could go bad.
Forty years on a particular song
Turns up on radio - I’m transported
Back to that gantry’s heat which is still strong
And the seedy buzz which has not muted.