Steps fly

Barely skimming stone

A lindyhop nearing flight

Arms awhirl

We flash daggers

Saber rattle

Without a word

But he knows not

Who he chose to showdown

I’m the B’s and E’s

All nights end on me

Ossified and ready for a fight

And now I see him flag

Everything is Jake

He collapses in a panting, grinning mess

I slip him some voot

A bit of the dog on me

I’m zozzled but the night’s as young as me

“Let’s blouse!”

I bark and Johnny’s line up behind

This town’s mine to dance down