I danced with one-legged lady
Far above the shuffling feet of clay
Her dress was torn
There was a run in her nylons
She held me close as a whisper and whispered
"Hold your head up
If you want to dance with me"
I had to ask
"How is it that you can dance on one leg?"
I felt the heat on my ear before I heard the words
"Patience, my love"
With a wave of her hand the music stopped
The air became silent
The room made room for us
Moving dancers became unmoving spectators
"Everyone, please listen!
Only the heart can lok up
Never look down
Never see the garbage in the streets
Never see the crumbling sidewalks
The one shoe