Hour 14 – 7:00 PM
Desperado sang through my lungs.
A desperate melody is what we hum.
Shy shadows develop a friendly conversation.
A tune, a song. Something to hang on.
A four part harmony to get things hung.
Light sway with a walk towards the door.
Walk in an 8 step count, then back once more.
I’m Tango dancing with my shadow and the midnight floor.
– J.C. ©