Furious Energy I Can't Explain

Another poem written on a napkin, using a Bail Bonds pen (you know what I mean) in Leadbetter's. Around 1:30 am this morning.

Furious Energy I Can't Explain

Like the flame that kept burning
It's two AM and I'm still drinking.
I'm on my sixth beer and awake and alert.
Maybe more than I was to start; there's a
Furious energy I can't explain making my heart
Beat twenty times a second. And the yells
From the crowd excite me like they're
Shouting in my brain; the same loud
Thoughts are thundering and keeping me awake!
Standing at the bar like I'm running in place
Breathing through my teeth, rictus in my face,
And all I think is one more
Song! And this place will
Break!