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.