When Beth Ann Danced At The Warsaw Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

When Beth Ann danced at the Warsaw
The night was slow
Dim, dingy, dark and cavernous
Red laser beams aglow.

When Beth Ann danced at the Warsaw
None there was to see
The barhop mixed a drink or two
Tonight the drinks were free

Beth Ann never noticed
She danced with nimble feet
She moved her hands so slowly
Enhanced by some dark beat

A couple started jiving
They jumped with frantic joy
The music louder, louder
A sight to see.

But Beth Ann kept on moving
To a distant, silent tune
Her feet now swift, now sluggish
Her neck bent, forced below.

The night went on so slowly
The laser lights shone red
Men came and played
Then leaving
The floor a silent spread
But for a small dark trickle
Where her fevered feet had bled.