Walking Papers (2012)

A Place Like This

Her smile was an invitation, to start a conversation,

I moved in closer wearing, too much cologne

I asked her If she came here often, if she might like a drink

I said “I think we should find some place

where we can be alone”

She said “I must be going.”

So I grabbed her by the wrist

I said “What’s a girl like you doing alone in a place like this?”

I was in need of her attention, so I decided I should mention

That if she felt like dancing, there was room on the floor

I said “Let’s spend some time together.”

“Let’s get to know each other”

“I feel like maybe we’ve met someplace before”

A more fabulous dancer did not exist.

“What’s a girl like you doing alone in a place like this”

I longed for a connection, I spun her in all directions

And feeling light on her feet is what she enjoys the most

While I admiring her clear complexion

I came across my lonely reflection

I realized that I had been dancing

Not with a woman but with a ghost

So I pulled myself together, hoping no one noticed

“What’s a man like me doing dancing

alone in a place like this?”