DANCING
Dancing
in my sleep
my
dreams showed no mercy
and
ignored my too old
and
too decrepit body
or
as Leonard used to say
I
ache in the places
where
I used to play
but
the streaming music
nagged
me on to the floor
and
I was old and decrepit
no
more
and
all those young woman
with
flashing eyes
and
beautiful bodies took the floor
and
danced while crying out for
more
more more
until
I awoke
and
laughed at the joke
of
cars from the burbs
passing
through the smoke
of
a foggy winter morn
waiting
for Jesus to be born
while
a DJ half a world away
plays
midnight music
from
two thousand fifteen
but
that was last year
and
is just now
getting
here
my
Fm headphones
make
my ears itch
so
I scratch my head
and
I tumble out of bed
and
coffee down to quell that itch
cause
sometimes life is a bitch
and
then you're dead
JWL
© 04/01/2016
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