– boogie on the day shift –

A dastardly devil there inside,

I get that itch down my spine.

A daring demon not left alone,

I get that twitch in my bones.


Song or silence,

labeled and loaded,

my feet speak fiercely,

wilder perhaps than my work ethic.


Peers act like parents,

for they just don’t understand.

Electric on the main floor,

to move is the main plan.


Playing and swaying to any rhythm,

I conjure up the dancer –

the devil indeed or

angelic joy used incorrectly?



D.J. Whisenant


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