At night sometimes Mr. Hodgkins and I dance, to a song I dedicate to him.
We dance, just off the curb, beneath the rain and sky,
the moon glowing on the puddles that lie at our feet.
We dance, hand in hand, swinging and shuffling to Armstrong's "Someday You'll Be Sorry".
After Louis and the trumpet are done, I lean into him and whisper the lyrics into his ear, dancing hip to hip, like lovers almost.
And it sounds a little like this...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZXU2JhZcwI
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