thursday night
sitting on the side bouncing in our chairs
to the band on the stage enjoying
watching the older folks dancing
(we are closer to being those older folks
then we care to admit)
trying to get you to dance
nobody is watching you I promise
nobody is going to come up to you
in kroger and say I saw you dancing
and you looked ridiculous
nobody here cares how you look
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these are the best nights – love the feeling of anonymity and welcome at the same time in this poem
That is one happenin Kroger.