DANCERS

Sharkskin pleats

Swim the cold and grimy streets

And when they hear the native beat

They sound towards fire.

Satin skin

Has brought a rash of sin

And now we’ll try to win

Her feelings on the wire.

City lights

Map the addicted lover’s nights

And when the turn is right

He’ll take her higher.

Morning snooze

And since he’s drained the booze

What is left to choose?

But her dreams in a pyre. 

Dancers step,

And children, dancers shake

Love is equal

To the moves they make.