I never was much of a dancer

Everybody dance,
please

I'd really appreciate it
if you would

shuffle your feet just a bit.

Because, you see
I've got these

blues.

And Eddy said,
that I should dance them all away...

But
I'm not much of a dancer
and I've only got
these blues
because I am alone,
so if I dance,
badly,
by myself,
I don't think it will work.

And if you could please
keep your mouth shut,
i think that might help, too.

These blues,
they are something
of a fuel...
something
like gasoline for thoughts
that drive cars around my skull
and crash,
drunken,
into my mind.
And when you speak,
all the thoughts start street-racing
in their lowered pintos and japanese imports,
which I've always thought were tacky,
and they,
for whatever reason,
play chicken
like some modern-day ethnic James Dean.

And when you speak,
James Dean goes blind
in the middle of the race,
and the no-name actor
driving the other car
screams at the top of his lungs
as one "chickee run"
turns into a twenty car pile up
in my brain.

So please,
for my sake,
and, if you need to see it this way,
for the sake
of James Dean,
and for Eddy, who told me to dance away my blues in the first place,
just
keep your eyes closed,
and be silent,
while I try my best
to dance away these blues.