Old Rhythm

[i.might.be.a.bit.sad]

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My fingers dance
and strike and dance
as I play a beat
for the couples to dance
and dance and dance
as the smoke from cigars
brushes my neck
as I brush the neck
as he brushes her neck
with his rough, dry lips
and I move my lips
and the blue
escapes as the blues
and my cells are alive
with the red of the night
as the blue escapes

like the blue surrounds
like the wind surrounds
like the city surrounds
like the air surrounds
the small coin
enough for a drink
a drink meant to make
please make my fingers
dance.

-Liz