a country cupcake in hand

he used

to dance at Nick's, the country

western

bar,

on Pickett.

he was the king of the dance

floor. but

before those

years, he did the hustle,

and was

proficient

in disco dancing

in the clubs in D.C.,

but then,

it became two step,

and line dance

at Blackie's and Deja vu.

i can see him now

in his chaps

and white hat,

his big belt buckle

holding up his tight jeans,

doing the 

Dosey doe,

gliding across the sawdust

floor

with a little

country cupcake from

down the road.