Glass Table Soul

I’ve become

susceptible

to soul

the soul that

swings slower

on the peripheries

of disco

breather music

when the

mirrorball

chilled

and couples

calmed and

held onto

each other

their skins cooling
gratefully

on rare sprites

of conditioned air

before the

synths and percussion

took

off again

With a snowy edge

more Curtis Mayfield

and Bobby Womack

than Otis Redding

or Sam Cooke

Unravelling dollars

in starlit corners

on knee-high

glass tables

Al Green

soul