Midnight Dance (A Bronx Waltz) Poem by alexandre arnau

take your hands
and dance

the dogs
are barking
and the street shines
with last night
the beggars
all sleep
with their jobs
well done
the buildings are tattooed
with stories of love
and the man
with the limp
plays a rusty
squeezebox
he knows
your favorite tune

so take your hands
and dance

there's a
can on the corner
to lay down your head
and a hunt's point girl
is punching her clock
the expressway
is humming
a diesel lullaby
and the birds sing
of fire
and potter's field

so take your hands
and dance

your road
had been long
and your soul
is worn thin
a country starred sky
the only dream
that you need
on leland and archer
there stands a young man
who remembers
your smile
so step on up
i've been here
all along

take my hands

and dance...