dance fever

she finally talks me into going out

dancing.

i'm reluctant,

but i feel that it's something

she really wants

to do.

i put on my old dancing shoes,

that i used to wear

when i went to studio 54

back in the day,

and off we go

to the local hot spot, where

a band is playing.

Proud Mary,

which i remember dancing to

three weddings ago.

i got this, i tell her, and take

her hand, pulling her onto

the dance floor.

i start moving my feet around

like i learned to do

when watching American Bandstand

on Saturdays,

and throwing my

hands into the air,

shaking my head like

a chicken.

all my old moves are

coming back to me as i

groove to the music,

which makes her stop

and say,

what are you doing?