Entering the bar, Jake hummed “Dancing in the Dark”, not the Bruce Springsteen version but the Cole Porter classic. Approaching the dance floor his song became louder. Looking for a dance partner, and finding none, Jake swayed alone, remembering his late wife and their last dance there.
The crowd stopped, the band hesitated and then the older members started playing the song.
Her entrance at the church was awesome
Anxious again to be married
Unfortunately her divorced husband came
And to the exit she was carried.
He thought it would work, his colorful display
Only got him arrested on that sorry day
Trump was jealous. . .as usual.
Cloudy morning, weather watch
Sun late rising, autumn has dropped
A frugal brightness seen today
Hazy fire smoke on display
Soccer fields have a few puddles
The rain is brief causing huddles
Dark hued leaves drip from the shower
While pine cones are worn paths’ bower.
It’s small but suits me, the way I am
Sometimes feels like I’m in a jar of jam
No trees, no grass, no lovely view
And I miss my friends like you
When I first lived here thought it was great
Now it’s like living in a crate.
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 26/2020