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.
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