Standing In The Shadows Of Love

the Cakewalk to the Charleston
with revealing rag time dresses and uncovered knees
much more interesting than
the Can Can dances from Paris days of gay
gone yesterday
but there it didn't stop 
next on the jukebox 
the Jitterbug and the Lindy Hop

and it's still cool to look back on
You Tube videos and watch how great grandma
once danced at her high school hop and did the Stroll
now 
head-nodding in wheel chairs
taking its final toll
and 
family backyard barbeques 
watching daddy and mommy do the boogaloo
and whatever dances I can't remember the name
some years later
me and my peoples every Saturday
watching Soul Train to up our game

but I don't dance no more
the times ain't as happy and carefree
carefree as long as needle on the turntable stayed sharp and ready
I stay at my table in the corner of the club
watching the front entrance 
with my hands steady
don't approach me in your bare chested dress
and ask me to slow drag 
with my back to the door
expecting me to give you some
these are the times when I need to be alone
standing in the shadows of love
waiting for the heartache to come
and it surely will... it surely will...