Disco Ball In A Dive Bar

By Hillbilly Hellfire

Cinder-block bar on a county road, a dusty mirror ball found behind the mop buckets, and a Georgia girl with a ladder and a bad idea. She kills the big lights and the whole honky-tonk turns rave for one night only — DJ set up where the jukebox used to be, sheriff's lights strobing in the gravel lot, smoke machine courtesy of somebody's cousin. Boots on the floorboards, bass in the walls, the whole floor moving as one line. Let it spin.