Wanna say this was written around about 1997. Give or take, anyway. I’ve always had a lot of affection for it. | (c) FW Rabey
Just pause
Rhulie and Angel, and Paris Aquinas
took turns in dancing a slow, faded tango
no women attended.
Loose brothers from Broad Street
they’d been to Durango, eaten fresh fruit
pinched from side-market stands
with sugarcreased hands.
They had an old player,
its pin-needle weathered, the record
hissed madly, but vinyl remembers.
Rhulie, and Angel and Paris Aquinas
took turns in dancing, changed off
their lead. And when they had finished, the evening
diminished, they hit the streets running, each
to his need.
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