THE DANCING MASTER By Gregg Norman

She’s trying to mind her own business

but her business sucks

and she’s had a few

and her mood

is a few ticks off plumb

Best to leave folks to their own vices

but he’s looking at her

with a why-the-hell-not smile

and Stevie Ray’s on the juke

and it’s playing loud

He’s headed her way but she thinks No

until she tips back

that last cool swallow

and Jose Cuervo

whispers in her ear

“Trust me, you do know how to dance.”

Gregg Norman lives and writes in a lakeside cottage in Manitoba, Canada, with his wife and a small dog who runs the joint. His poetry has been placed in journals and literary magazines in Canada, USA, UK, Australia and India.