every wednesday night at ten
i remember being
the first one out on the floor
happy to look foolish dancing alone
knowing the others would follow
knowing that soon che
gangly, lovely & true
would be dancing nearby
that the girl in the leather pants
& the pulp fiction girl
would be out too
before long the whole floor
would be liquid
sisters brothers critters all
at least while we danced together

i could never wait
i wanted all 4 hours full
had to have it every week
i danced like nobody could see
from the first song to the last
sweaty before the room even heated up
knowing i was one of his
treasures too
for so often starting the flow
for dancing every single Wednesday
while he played my favorite songs
even if i hadn't told him
what they were
played them early
for the few of us
played them later
while they were popular

i never told him
that each Wednesday night
he saved my soul
lifted my heart
freed my mind
kept my body working well
man, it was all working perfectly
doing what it was made for
at least four hours a week
...i think he knew a lot of things
i never told him
i hope he knew
i treasure him still