Fast Dancin'

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© Steve King

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The thumping of the bass-man

speaks a-common with my heart:

I am but a pair of anxious feet

milling in the rhythmic stampede

just waiting for the rock and roll to start...

The face of my enraptured partner

bends in the mix of sight and sound and smoke.

It is the blessed imagery

of the creed of the almighty flesh,

in an ionized cathedral

where twelve-bar hymns are spoke.

I will forgive the critics

of this sometimes less-than-art.

I leave to them the objects

that bemuse their higher powers,

those subtler fantasies

fit for idling daylight hours.

But for now there is a wonder

and a powerful delight

in mimicking the thunder

of this strange and wild night.

And until the night is over

and those critics make me see,

this devil with the blue dress on  **

is good enough for me.

** With a 'thank you' to Shorty Long and Mitch Ryder…