Hommage to Buck Owens

dance floor blues with flashing strobe lights, alone tonight again,
a pretty face I've seen before, do I dare ask him for a slow?
night draws quickly to a close, please, save the last dance for me

the last dance is gone, will he remember me tomorrow?
several drinks waiting, his smile across the floor, eyes inviting me
dancing slowly together, under the influence of love

excuse me, I think I have a heartache, it's breaking bad
two weeks slow dancing in his arms, sudden kiss, whispered "I love you"s
we'll go home together, make love, listen to Buck Owens



Homage to Buck Owens
28 march, 2006
(in Sijo form)