To be honest, you can get yourself embarrassingly tipsy in just about any bar in Melbourne and listen to Ezra Bix‘s Friday night frenzy. That said, why not start at the Purple Emerald at 191 Flinders Lane? You won’t be the coolest cat in town, but you won’t be the uncoolest. You won’t have the best time, but you won’t have the worst. You might catch a few wannabe jazz freaks; or a few tie-loosened office workers; or just a reflection of yourself looking a little worse for wear after just one or two too many. Don’t forget to keep a little change for the tram ride home.

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This poem is a part of Nighthawking.