Just One Dance

Slow dance with me to your father’s records,
unless he gave them all to Goodwill.
Splay your wrists around my neck
and sway your hips in time.
We never did have too similar bones,
but you know they sure do fit.

Dads going digital saddens me the same way
that not knowing where an old girlfriend lives does.

Now all I want are the greenest grapes
but all I’ve got are the drabbest drapes,
yet I can’t help but think that things would be different
if we were from Glasgow or Omaha.
But I just don’t worry anymore
cause I know the horses will make it safely back to shore.