NaPoWriMo Day 2 Poem 1 One Night At Zula Bar In Cape Town

 NaPoWriMo is National Poetry Writing Month. 


I'll try to write and post a poem a day throughout April. 

This is a new draft of a poem I wrote in Cape Town last December.

One Night at Zula Bar in Cape Town

I’m dancing,

I'm dancing more

I’m dancing more than I ever did,

dancing more than I did at my cousin’s wedding,

more        than I danced on my  21^st Birthday,

 I drink Milk Stout beer

 at the Zula Bar

and dance with girls I won’t take home.

I haven’t slept  in two weeks,

    But I’m still doing the shuffle   with the 3am crowd,

It doesn’t matter how much I miss my sister

        even though    we’ve never danced in the same room

            doesn’t matter that my dad won’t be alive by the time

    I understand him,

                            doesn’t matter if I’m talking to my Grandma’s gravestone

         by the time I’m home,

 doesn’t matter that my entire family think I’m strange

  and I think they are normal,

                 doesn’t matter that I should have told Sophie the truth,

that I didn’t want another person in my life that I could lose,

                                                              doesn’t matter that it’s 4am now

             and behind me a girl is yelling

This music is so good it hurts!

                                     and I’m dancing, dancing

                                                                                like dancing is a kind of pain,

                                               and all I can do is

shake.