Sitting at the Trestle Inn indulging in a Trestlewide. There’s a candle on the table and a video on the wall. It’s footage of Nancy Sinatra presumably singing “These Boots Are Made for Walking” but there’s no audio. There’s a young lady on stage in the backroom dancing some go-go. I snap a couple pictures of the dancer that come out blurry.
Young lady dancing
leisurely gyrating hips
enthralling vision
I notice that “Dancing Queen” is playing on the P.A. I make no comment on the soundtrack. In my younger days, people got beat up for listening to Abba. I figure that a day of reckoning may be upon us. Perhaps another Trestlewide is in order. I am greatly enjoying watching the dancer. It’s an easy decision to make. We do need to restore some order in the universe. It’s not like I need another Trestlewide but I want one. And I’m content listening to the music and watching the dancer.
Pour me another
let the moment continue
perception slipping
slowly draining of clear thought
just one more moment in time
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/prose/1107525
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