Halloween Swing Dance
When the jazz band plays
and the crowd sees me walk out
in a tight flapper dress,
even the ghosts will agree
that tonight is the night for a dance.
A grand parade of swirling skirts
as outside the ghosts and goblins skip
with open bags.
But ours is a different kind of haunting.
It’s one of low tones
spilling out of trombones, xylophones,
and piano keys like clinking bones.
A mood on the stage
that represents the Golden Age
and a smile in the band that shines
just for me.
It’s an interesting way
to spend a frightening
but this girl would rather not haunt alone.