The Watcher

© 2008

She could hear the country band playing
Gliding across the floor as she slid off her coat
He was there as he had been every Saturday night
Right there at the end table by the dance floor




He tipped his grayish cowboy hat to her
She acknowledged him with a smile
Dang! Those deep green eyes could swallow her up
Then the guitar player started playing and she was off





She was lost as usual in the beat of the music
Playing, She and I, an old Alabama favorite
Line dancing by alone as green eyes watched
Just the band, green eyes, and her little self




She felt herself be taken away by the beat
In her own world, steppen, hips swaying, twirling
Her world, not aware of anything but the music
He watched her, his feet tappen to the beat, her beat





He watched as she kicked, twirled, those hips gyrated
Never saw anyone line dance like that he's thinking
The music stopped, "let's thank the little lady," she heard
The whistles, and loud applause, the hall was filling up





He watched, a gleam in his half closed eyes, a sensual grin
She danced, her long dark hair flying, wearing that sensual smile
It fit her just as her skinny jeans fit, but where did she go
Where ever she was when she danced, dam she was free
Song done, whistles, applause, and the usual women glaring







He watches as she grabs her water bottle and steps outside
"She comes here alone, and leaves alone," he's thinking
"Not tonight, time to introduce myself," he whispers





A waltz starts up as she stares up at the stars
"Dance with me" she hears
Turning she's looking into those deep green eyes




"Madam, I just got tired of watching your fire,the disappearing act you pull when the band plays."
"Take me to where you go when you dance"
"Let's see if you can go there," and slips into his arms
Holding her close they danced on the grass into the night
Sometimes when the band is playing, the misty fog fills the air around
People swear you can still see them there on the knoll dancing




Now, who's The Watcher