Tuesdays at the Crocodile Rock

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When you play keytar in an eighties cover band,
you have your pick of the middle aged women
downing rosé in between dance floor seizures,
the kind of gals that make you quit your book club
after Fifty Shades of Grey has been thrust upon you
like handcuffs at a Tampa orgy.

Not to say you don't enjoy their company,
there's something wild in their eyes
that makes the free drinks you're paid
worth the hours spent learning scales
and a tightly choreographed stage routine.

The only downside is when your mother comes
and you only notice she's there, after
after you got her friends number.

Don’t want to over this this. It’s fun. Characters we can all pour our assumptions into. The only thing, the use of only/only the first two lines of the last stanza. I included a suggested edit.