Jukebox

In the jukebox of her memory

The list of names flips by and stops

She closes her eyes

And smiles as the record drops...

 

Then she drinks herself up and out

Of her kitchen chair

And she dances out of time

As slow as she can sway

For as long as she can say

This dance is mine

This dance is mine....

 

 

Jukebox by Ani Difranco...

Done