Replay

She seems some fraction of his age
Dancing at "Queen High" just out of reach
Requesting "Crimson and Clover"
Over and over
The DJ glad to comply
She moves alone, somehow unaccompanied
Cool sidelong glances favoring her athletic grace
A combination of lust and admiration as she glides by
He recalls how he would have stepped in
Decades ago when he would have charmed her
His energy and joy in direct proportion
And his desire at least an even match
She steps toward him and pauses
Her green eyes lighting on his
Before moving off once again
He stops the bar man from pouring another
Saying he's good for the time being
Better than that, in point of fact
Following that possible dream into pulsing blue light
His odometer clicking back with each step
Now, not then, firm and true.