"The Club"

This is a poem done in the villanelle style...  And yes, I'm quite frightfully bored.

Smoking my cig down to the nub

On this warm June afternoon

I’m standing across from the Club

I’ve grown tired of my usual pub

Of playing that same old tune

Smoking my cig down to the nub

So I enviously watch this downtown hub

Where the uptown lads commune

I’m standing across from the Club

I’d someday join but there’s the rub

Barriers lay before me strewn

(Smoking my cig down to the nub)

I’m the sort they’d likely snub

They, my peers might like repugn

(I’m standing across from the Club)

It’s no place for a normal schlub

On I list, stuck with my saloon

Smoking my cig down to the nub

I’m standing across from the Club