Pounding of the drums
The stamping of hundreds of feet
Lungs gulping for air in the sticky night
Random rhythm  
Stray chords of bass guitar
The wails of the singer
And the echoes of the crowd

Stench of sweat and stale beer
Bad cologne and cheap cigars
Perfume wafting off the roiling bodies
A yellow aura of rank cloud the dancers

Bodies colliding
Copulating like clothed rabbits
The flaying of arms
And the shaking of the buttocks

Pimply and wrinkled filled faces
Rich people and poor people
Baggy clothing and too tight clothing
Differences everywhere, but all share
The want to be one with the music.