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St Nick’s
Club Snagcheoil, Sr. 149ú agus Ascaill San Nioclás
Dorcha is dearg
in íoslach St. Nick’s,
dearg is dorcha.

Mheallfadh an ceol seo
aon anam naofa
ag gabháil thar bráid,

San Éidin uirbeach laistiar
tá an t-aer milis
le deatach is cogarnaíl,

Cuireann dordgháirí
tonnchreathanna suáilce
ag dordán tríot,

Tá scuabanna righne
ag muirniú drumaí,
ag griogadh ciombal,

Tá troimpéad á ardú
chuig béilín fliuch,
dearg is dorcha.
St Nick’s
149th Street and St Nicholas Avenue
It’s all red and smoky blackness
in St Nick’s underground,
blackness and velvety red.

Man no man
could resist this music’s
pull through velveteen drapes.

Beyond it is like some urban Eden:
the tobacco-sweet air
sweetened with whisperings,

the bass’s vibrations
in drones of pleasure
racing right through you,

the brush-licked cymbals,
the stiff brushes
caressing stretched skin,

the wet mouth open,
the trumpet lifted toward it.
Black and velvet red.