Last night's waiting

You can play the hard card as long as your living. lift the mask and put the boots on (still rocking unfamiliar, unawares, unabashed and misspent as so much stuttered company). but when you get right down to the nitty there's a fucking footloose in every one of us.

Even tone deaf. even weighted. wallflower pasted to the madison scene where the ladies in their black pants and shined shirt shitheads glint their pearly teeth on their way to fabulous flashes you couldn't goddamn creak even if the place were a fiery wreck and you were the last palladium sage.

So what?

Sometimes you should be.

Dance, dance underpants as mitzi says with blue days going the way of the rest.

Hair fast flying as you spin to nonsense pop rocks just like you did when you were a kid glued to the late night phonograph, mom's brush fast in hand. round and round until the last hiss skipped off and joy kissed your curling bed.

Dance With Me.mp3