Threadbare speckled green polyester
Shimmies in the piece-mirror glow
And a man too old to realize his age
Boogies down, wigs out,
And amuses the underage barstool vultures,
Drinking O'Doul's and pretending it's real.
Sepia carpet and orangy Naugahyde
That surely must have matched once
Shows the age the man is repressing
And the burns of his half-smoked cigarettes.
A woman, too old for her dress
And too young for her eyes,
Swipes her pocket-change tip
From the vodka-anesthetized girl
Who lies in a blissful temporary solitude.
The groove is going, going, gone,
And the disco dancer is out of quarters.
The waitress, too old for her heels
And too young for her shoulders,
Relinquishes the better half of her tip
And the polyester shimmies once again
Keeping it alive.
by Lara Sloane