Well, I'm sitting in a cozy palapa bar
Listening to grand Mexican music
A friend returns to the long table
I chair dance in response.
"Well here's someone that I can dance with."
"Can I finish my cigara?"
"Bossy, bossy," but up I go.
Oh dear, this will be hand-holding dancing
Oh my, I don't know how and it usually hurts
Whoa, my joints aren't hurting
Hey, I seem to know which direction to turn in a twirl!
One twirl ends up back to front
Arms crossed before me
I look up and ask, "What do we do now?"
The sly dancer replies:
"Well we stay like this
Until everyone notices...
...Then we do this..."
And I spin out and away again.
— Barbara Foote
Louisiana resident Barbara Foote enjoys a good cigaro when not dreaming of dancing the nights away in the Costalegre. Sly Dancer marks Barbara's first appearance on the Bar None Group website. Her poem first appeared in Last Call: Poems, Stories and Art from the Costalegre (2015).