By Colin James
Homage is the name of the restaurant.
Find your own table or choose a booth.
The jukebox is glowing intermittently.
Girls, I suppose young women, dance alone.
Suddenly his blood is rushing.
Flailing arms and legs shimmy past them.
They respond ecologically gravitating.
Colin James lives in Massachusetts. He has published a book of poems, Resisting Probability, with Sagging Meniscus Press.
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