2. A Definitive (Poetry)

-Thirteen-

As 'Tiny Dancer' Plays:

Drunk in the bathroom stall

Reading scribbled writings in marker on the wall

I can hear Tiny Dancer play out in the hall 

So I splash red eyes with dirty sink water to control

The bone deep sigh that wants to slip out from behind

That bathroom stall and leak out into the bar.

Raise a cup in hand to your sorrow my friend 

Because the sun will rise and tomorrow will start again

And you will grow old and make a family here

As the days grow shorter and youth disappears.

Your hair will get grey but you will remember

The static crackle of Tiny Dancer 

And the way it feels will be your answer

To that night time call at the bar.

Elton once said,

'Hold me closer tiny dancer'

And everyone in the pub will cheer

And I know that I am here

I am alive and I am real

I am fucking here,

Shots of sorrow in my scotch

And all. 

So I'll sing at the top of my lungs

I'll dance on table tops where I belong 

I'll spin on sticky wooden floorboards with people who know 

Exactly what it means

To listen to Tiny Dancer 

And know that to not have all the answers

Is the answer.

~J.K.M.