The poetic city: “Dancing My Funky Tango 5/27/16”

Cafe Rose Nicaud, where inspiration can happen. (Photos: Common)

Dancing My Funky Tango    5/27/16

Sitting in a corner at the Rose Nicaud 

waiting for the line at the coffee counter 

to dissipate, I start to think poetry.  

It’s been a while since the muse

deigned to dance with me; 

and I am at a loss over 

what I can do to entice her 

back into my embrace. 

So I pick a Billy Collins poem at random,

the one he calls “Fool Me Good;”

and I find myself laughing out loud 

at the coffee shop… 

Laughing at him laughing at himself; 

I laugh at me laughing at myself…

Then suddenly I am whirling and twirling,

doing my funky tango with the muse

who seems to love me best 

when I finally let go.