Dance the Lindy
Eastern flatlanders with dainty feet stroll
carefully on crooked bricks laid long ago,
when hard labor was the only way. Touristas
mingle, pondering a move, while a proud man,
now weary, takes his daily constitutional before
lying on bench number one, shaded, wooden
and home until the shelter opens at eight. Overhead,
beetles harmonize in oaks, barely curious. Human
activity warms past the sweating point, as the longest
ten-minute wait in your life climaxes with her arrival.
Now the jokes, nervous laughter, adolescent tension
soon to be released, one way or the other (six beers
or a mid-day romp). Slick thinking gets you nowhere
but this day is about hauling a friend back from the
deep pink-slip blues; the single-mom version.
So you’re gentle, happy, concerned, helpful, and
drinking beers. Two pagans entertain electricians
in booth number three. One announces that she just
got married, and that kills the moment, so its back
to cheeseburger and fries and pickle, lunch and you.
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