you ain't nothing but a Hound dog

in public

i like

to tap my foot

to the beat,

trickle my fingers 

along the table as if

i'm striking

piano keys.

i throw my arm out

when it's time

to hit the drum

or tambourine.

i whisper

out the song, knowing

all the words,

but quietly, of course.

although catch me

in the shower,

or in the car alone,

and it's a whole other

thing.