Dancing On a City Street

Dancing On a City Street

The city street is a place for dancing

Streetlights shine on a given show

Timbale sizzle found me romancing

Salsa shook me off the ground

Against the windows a crowd began to crown

Doors opened wide when dancing shoes were found

The streeters were first strangers in the mix

They came with instruments of their tradition

Drums bongos and maracas were the wicks

As the music became the fire

Musicians became drums which heard the sticks

Partner grabbed me higher lifted in the air

Then tapestry of arms and legs woven in a beat

Movements kept swirling Salsa has a flair

New steps were mine and I practiced on the street

The choreography of rhythm plumed

Essence is dance for all that it consumes

One dance was not enough I danced the whole night through

The summer fun kindled what I never knew

Street dancing became my practice

Take it to the maximus