POEM - Stake Dance Saturday Night

Three Saturday nights each month

I had everything to look forward to

That’s when it was time to dance

It still means everything to me

Over quarter of a century later

The hours spent embraced by music

Twirling and gyrating

Sometimes with someone

Sometimes not so much

It was the feeling of the sound

Waves of energy

Pulsing through my chest

That’s what I looked forward to

Sure it was nice to have a partner

Someone to dance slow with

Someone to feed the energy

Take the craziness to new levels

This was the 80s

Punk had begotten New Wave

Which had birthed Synth-pop

All of them selfish for attention

Trying to be louder or faster

Jumpy, bouncy, energetic, more

More than what came before

I ate lived breathed drank it

It moved me

Spastically

Spent each week wondering

If I’d have the nerve

To do the worm

For the whole second verse

Of “Rock Lobster”

Wondering now if I’ve lost the groove

Could I last through even a few seconds of the worm?

Would I be able to get back up if I tried?

Will skanking to my 2Tone CD

Instigate a cardiac episode?