Poetry: A Night at the Elks

A crowded room, the temperature rises
the bodies squeezed in on one wooden square
do the step step rock step
step step rock step
Arms turn, fingers wave
Sugar push sugar push
Zoot zoot a wah wah

I see your form from across that floor
your attire so debonair
the hat on your head so magically stays
as you step step rock step
step step rock step
it defies gravity
how does that hat remain?

And then your hand is in mine
your arm is settled so generously
oh zoweeh
the arm raises i turn
and I spin and I stroke
the current is strong
but somehow I don't drown
as we step step rock step
sugar push dowow

Even if i trip don't ever stop-

Even if I fall don't ever stop-

Even if i spin out of this orbit
don't stop the rock stop, the rock stop

the turn the lean the song has ended
and my steps have stopped
but I never stopped spinning

Dancing is a thrill