Sunday, February 8, 2015

Dance Party of One

Subway dervish
dancing for his own soul
fueled by a tiny smoke
and his own valiant mind.

Commuters ignore him,
another part of city scenery
to avoid.

Chinese residents hustle by,
a few financial men
see him,
contemplate this merger
of joy and madness.

He spins and jives,
a one-man setback
old and broken of mind.
The body spins and dances
on and on,
keeping a flame alive
that was long ago forgotten.

Let it flicker still somewhere
while we go about our busy days.