of Hall & Oates' I Can't Go For That,
while I danced with a divorcee.
our heels kicked
the sticky floor
and our lips whispered smiles.
the early door was open,
and the breeze blew over
all the beers on the bar.
a black cat came crashing
out of the kitchen,
scarring all the African-American children.
then a dog followed through,
just like a cartoon,
I swear it.
come Sunday,
the preacher will have to hear this,
because no one else will believe.
there are fish in the sea,
but I let her be,
because she was better than me.
I tried to tell the folks
on the subway,
but they clutched their shoes.
sometimes you gotta
except the blues
and just go dancing with a stranger.
just as night replaces night,
tomorrow I will tip-toe to the ocean
and go fishing again.