A Yellow Rose: boots over sawdust

A Yellow Rose: Boots over sawdust

Lanterns burn brightly as did Men's desires
to hold a woman dancing under illuminating fires
stepping in time with the piano man's song
some men dance awkward, glumbsily and wrong.

A Mason jar 'clink' another nickel's tossed in
She always greeted them with an inviting grin
slight pull of her dress as her hands raised out
smiling like sunshine she would curtsy and bow.

Some men danced closer than two sheets of paper
others stood as if frightened of what they savor
Hand to hand and heart to heart, dancers twirled
lonely hearts waiting for their chance with the girl

It wasn't a cowboy but a man in a suit and a derby
That put a dollar in the jar and that was disturbing
In good faith he bought the house a round of drinks
then to the lady he bowed and slowly began walking.

Sprinkling new saw dust across the wooden floor
the bartender was busy with a dozen more to pour
He removed his jacket and also his funny looking hat
He motioned a number from the piano man's stack.

He went to Lady with rhythm boot glides
held out his hand as the silence grew wide.
The Lady from Texas intrigued with curious hopes
waiting for the dance to bloom; was A Yellow Rose