My Old Man's Steps

by

Thomas Michael McDade

I insist
on feeding
the jukebox
after a tipsy
old lady leans
over my table
at the Hitching Post
dancefloor edge
to tell me what
a fine dancer
my late father was.
She puts down
the whisky glass
she’s clutching
like a corsage
and we waltz.
I’m not
my clumsy self
for a change.
I reason Death failed
to sweep clean
and I’m following
some of my Old
Man’s steps.
But soon they
trail her
out the door
and a young woman
impressed by
my moments of grace
helps me
find myself
awkward again.

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by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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