In The Mirror
He was cruising on chrome with memories of his first look at the ‘wrong side’ of the spotlight,
where silhouettes pirouette, entrancing frosted girls with virtually frictionless dancing
It made him feel twenty again as he scrolled a fast ‘figure-eight’, reaching out for the feel of his darling ones’ small, soft hand
Just then, the momentum of his feet met the inertia of his ‘desired one’ and he lost his slippery grip and flew,
feet first, horizontally onto the ice!
Leaving his dream with a smash of steel, spiking the ice in a shower of flakes,
"that'll leave a mark," he thought, looking down
It was twelve o'clock in his head, he thought,
but his skates said it was just a quarter to...
...just bein' Bluesy