We dance
though no music plays
air guitar solos over the top
count the rhythm
across the floor
sliding between doors
forever occupied
by thoughts
we met again
not quite comfortable
our familiar absence resists
a hippity hop shimmy
circling at first
the main course
dessert comes last
we learn of course
such rules and methods
remind test confuse
does the shoe fit
then so begin
no band no stand
no teacher no guru
just you and me and
yes there's uncle Van's garden
all day I wait for you
all night remembering
dreaming the day
memorising the steps
each not yet a sound
each one the challenge
to form new music
there is no one-hand clapping
this kind of jazz
is free at first
there is no rhythm
no dance
to speak of
and partners line up
each to their own
crazy kind of blue
at every turn
I think of this
and you so
why do we stay
away
Nice tune. I like how it sings.
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