The boogie is moving
A beat in me that wishes
The streets would open
Feet force steps on kitchen tile
The bus sway — a body wave
Concrete backspin on 13th and U

It ain’t safe
It ain’t healthy
But hips in atrophy
If waiting for an ending
Hop fell ill
Seeking access to a vaccine
And the boogie is still alive
Bouncing the body
And rattling the mind

My hands forgot
What to do when met
Would fingers fall apart
Or combust from touch
A dance of shared breath
Close
As death is to life

We are made for motion
Of muscle memories and rhythmic bones
Fueled by the boogie — a beat in the heart
A living record recalling days
A groove wanting the needle to drop.