Late to the Party

[CdnReader]

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Late to the Party

I'm late to the party, but now that I'm here
Let's dance to the music and throw back the beer
I know the floor's sticky, we like it that way....
it keeps our feet planted, while we dip and sway.

The peanut shells are scattered wherever they drop
The music is blaring....and the bass beat don't stop.
We'll boogie till morning, without tiring at all
We boogied through winter, and we'll keep on till fall.

There's nowhere to hide, in this smoky back room
and the whiskey's so smooth and the beer's gone too soon.
Pour me three fingers, and don't hold the ice,
Pound 'em straight back, don't make me ask twice.

My feet can't keep still when you turn on the blues
I'm hittin' the dance floor, and kickin' off my shoes.
Are you comin' to swing me around this sticky floor?
The music's deep inside me, and my body's ready for more.

Play me some Ella, some Legend, some Frank,
The blues feed my soul, and my mind goes blank.
There's nothin' here but you, me, and the tunes,
There's nowhere and no one 'cept what's in this room.

Don't let this song end.... I want it to last all night.
I'm watching your eyes sparkle, your hands feel just right
as they follow the curve of my spine to my waist,
your touch brings me home, I belong in this place.


-- cdn/22jun08 --

[PrinceMyshkin]

Wow! Didn't know you were into this sort of bluesy ballad type stuff and you handled it so deftly 'cept for "wher'er"... oh I just remembered your fondness for archaicisms, but you cannot, CAN NOT follow a "wher'er" with a "don't stop." There ARE laws, you know!

[CdnReader]

Wow! Didn't know you were into this sort of bluesy ballad type stuff and you handled it so deftly 'cept for "wher'er"... oh I just remembered your fondness for archaicisms, but you cannot, CAN NOT follow a "wher'er" with a "don't stop." There ARE laws, you know!

Better? ;)

[_Shannon_]

my only complaint is the twice reference to the sticky floor..as though that detail is more important than the others .Having spent a lot of my life in clubs--I love the sticky floor image and it's totally evocative of music and fun to me-in fact they're sort of inseperable--but it seemed strage for it to come up twice in your poem-when no other details are repeated.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Better? ;)

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly!

[CdnReader]

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly!

It's done. Ages ago. ;)

[manny2]

i must say i really enjoyed this one : )

[goldenrod]

I guess I shall be pretty late to the party, pity, the way you describe it, it sounds like a real hum-dinger!;)


goldenrod.

[ampoule]

How fun. I didn't think of blues though. I thought of a Texas roadhouse, those peanut shells and all. No matter what kind of music, put another quarter in. I'm ready to dance too!

[firefangled]

Wow! This is a painting that moves to the blues...Roll with it, Baby...very nice, Cdn.

[kelby_lake]

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Late to the Party

I'm late to the party, but now that I'm here
Let's dance to the music and throw back the beer
I know the floor's sticky, we like it that way....
it keeps our feet planted, while we dip and sway.

The peanut shells are scattered wherever they drop
The music is blaring....and the bass beat don't stop.
We'll boogie till morning, without tiring at all
We boogied through winter, and we'll keep on till fall.

There's nowhere to hide, in this smoky back room
and the whiskey's so smooth and the beer's gone too soon.
Pour me three fingers, and don't hold the ice,
Pound 'em straight back, don't make me ask twice.

My feet can't keep still when you turn on the blues
I'm hittin' the dance floor, and kickin' off my shoes.
Are you comin' to swing me around this sticky floor?
The music's deep inside me, and my body's ready for more.

Play me some Ella, some Legend, some Frank,
The blues feed my soul, and my mind goes blank.
There's nothin' here but you, me, and the tunes,
There's nowhere and no one 'cept what's in this room.

Don't let this song end.... I want it to last all night.
I'm watching your eyes sparkle, your hands feel just right
as they follow the curve of my spine to my waist,
your touch brings me home, I belong in this place.


-- cdn/22jun08 --

Catchy! It'd make a really good song.:D

[CdnReader]

Many thanks, Manny, Goldenrod, Ampoule, Firefangled, and Kelby. Your comments are appreciated! :)