Mama would have tied me down
if she knew I crawled out the window,
to meet Sylvia, who took me
outside the city limits
to places where the sailors
went to dance.
Where the sounds
from the mediocre bands
didn’t matter
with our clothes wet from sweat
the young men’s faces all a blur
as we went from one to the other.
We weren’t there for love
but for the pleasure of the dance.
Conversation at a minimum
no need to lose precious minutes
when the beat of the music
forced our feet on to the floor.
Daylight came too soon
had to hurry home, climb back in bed
keep our secret until the weekend
when we headed into the night
to get our thrills at the dance.
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