Roller Rink

See that girl in blue jeans

Who’s going nowhere, fast?

(Empty, endless circles

Remind me of my past.)

 

Love that girl in blue jeans;

She’s different, yet the same.

Now she glides in shadow,

So offer her your flame. …

 

Now that girl in blue jeans

Is lighting up the floor.

Rolling past the snack bar,

She’s headed for the door.

 

Denim dreams forsaken,

A relic of the past—

Now that girl’s on fire!

She’s going somewhere, fast.