The band wore red suits

The band wore red suits
And the singer’s teeth shone white,
Matching well his tell-tale roots.

Cheesy songs all night.
Sunday evening painted brown
In a small provincial town.

Worked hard through the week.
Now the make-up, well applied
Fosters elegant and sleek.

Dresses swirl with pride,
As they lose themselves perchance
In the movements of the dance.

Beer bellies stretch shirts,
But the lightness on their feet
Echoes fine the twirling skirts.

Pulsating with heat.
More duck than gliding swan.
I look enviously on.