Tuesday is a Trend: Part I

This is my Las Vegas Story.

I wear my cream Gucci shoes,

Yellow poplin pants,

White French-cuffed dress shirt,

I'm dress to impress,

Is this really me?

I pick up my Gucci wallet,

Put $40 in it,

Take a few credit cards,

I may need to spend more money,

But do I have enough?

I jump into my Mazda B2500,

Drive a few miles down the road,

Go to the Four Seasons – I think the Mix I have to go,

Park my truck,

Will they accept me?

I go to the Mix,

A man in a black suit greets me,

I tell him I'm going to the place of trends,

He told me to enter an elevator,

Am I sweating fear?

I go into the elevator,

I travel up 64 floors,

I'm now at the top,

I exit this claustrophobic machine,

Will they judge me?

I walk to a table,

I see a sheet by a martini sign,

I write my name and email address,

I write Larry on a name tag and stick it by my heart,

Will they sense my shame?

I walked into the room,

I see the strip,

I observe people standing and speaking,

I know no one,

Do I belong?

I'm in the unknown.

I'm among people with Palm-Springs-Circuit-Party-Ways.

This is my Las Vegas Story.