Private Dancer

This poem is dedicated to Christine Macdonald whose life story inspired these words!

Poetic repeat

together with friends

sometimes alone

he visits the building

holds promises

visions of beauty

his all alone

pay at the door

cover they say

begrudgingly one does

boom of the bass

quickens his pulse

familiar song

favorite tune

sets the mood

unsaid by burly

look don't touch

wanders in

darkened room

lights from stage

focal point

eyes adjust

drink is brought

table sought

eyes search

for the one

makes him feel good

warm inside

at what cost

everything

he has

always the same

game is on

pretend she cares

all is revealed

all that she has

enticing enchanting

moth to a flame

drawn he is

morning after

alone again

head pounding

wallet empty

vows never ever

will be back

started young

legal she was

pushing drinks

wondering would

she could she

money an issue

week to week

pick the path

devil in details

if only for awhile

keep it business

not personal

made her debut

a night

to remember

soon to forget

three song set

tips would come

tried to act

done before

screw up courage

dance like others

finished with money

good job honey

cruise the tables

mine them for more

lap or table

make them pay

too many married

made her wonder

another transaction

business deal

a guy comes in

asking for her

laughter dance

money exchanges hands

she is gone

looking

for someone else

how long

can this go on

just to get ahead

always tired

energy needed

do a line

forbidden fruit

not so young

time passes by

change ones life

what to do

income different

can't survive

time to move on

younger ones

alway at the door

ones self critical

still pretty maybe

always tired

long for more

no white knight

none to rescue

not looking

personal choice

whats it gonna be

tina said it right

dance while looking

at the wall