The fan at the bar who
drank zero drinks for
hours
leaps to his feet
/baby says she’s mine/
/you know she tells me all
the time/
/you know she said so/
He flashed a fiver
and dances up the length
of the bar’s entrance
and back down again.
Pro-offered & finally
accepted.
A silver fox takes his
hand.
Howl they dance.
She dances with him
through the next three
covers.
Not a bad turn around on
investment, in this fool’s eyes.
A girl dances along-side
them and begins waving.
Then, she plays it off.
She did not know to
whom she waved.
But, maybe she will.
Ever-one jumps up and
rushes to dance to CCR.
I say: I like the smell of
your leather.
He says: you’re the girl in
the black dress.
I say: there’s some white
crosshairs on here.
He smiles; and, I walk away.
I espy the Dance Partner
give her number away
while all ages free-dance
I overhear: it is what it is
Howl yes
It is
And, the band howls:
Here it comes
/well nothing I do don’t
seem to work, <howl>, it
only seems to make
matters worse/
The bassist nails the
outro.
Then, on the next song,
the band changes singers.
They break into
Rebel, Rebel. They
miss a line.
They redeem the
recapitulation of
Ziggy Stardust
/gurl, I want to be with
you/
It is funny
Go across an ocean and
they sing southern, u.s. rock.
Come back home and all they wanna sing
is the British invasion.
A breeze blows from
The Sound
as I walk home alone.
WrittenCasey 