To Rock and Roll

Unveil the Victrola,
honey,

and in the name of narrow-minded
nothingness
(and nudity)

we’ll dance-
with our ankles angled upwards
and our skirts around
our necks-

and in the next room
racing rocking chairs
and reeling in
newsprint,
Mom and Pop will never
know better.

Foxtrot hopping
our hot right hips
(to The Twist)
Two-step waltzing
to Charleston
and back-

we might
forget to set the table
and stay out all
night.

But just past dawn,
we can Feather Step home,
and I’ll hold your hand ‘til

Front Porch Heaven.