Waiting for the Song Worth Dancing
I wait, but it doesn’t come.
I’m like a good dancer
Cursed with bad music
Waiting for the song worth dancing
But for all I know that’s wrong
It’s the one you dance with,
Not the song.
I count breaths while I wait
Just to pass the time
But it doesn’t come.
I’m like an old drinker
Lost for a companion
In the back, in the dark,
Drinking straight gin.
If only I had a friend
Then this party would begin
But for all I know the party’s outside
The life you have is the one you make
Or else you wait, and I wait
But it doesn’t come.
Tags: Poetry
