Trading Shoes With Sally

          Dry bones in the valley
          Got up and took a little walk
          And the deaf could hear
          And the dumb in that valley could talk.

I danced “Dry Bones in the Valley”
in the dark racquetball court,
thinking of my baby Sally,

Sally in our alley—
she’s like a lemon meringue dessert.
So why did I choose “Dry Bones in the Valley,”

of all songs, to dance with Sally? Alley-
Oop was a cave man—what song did he foot
it to, when he conjured Sally?

Then, I’m a little worried
about footwear—afraid my dogs will start to hurt
if I keep dancing “Dry Bones in the Valley”

barefoot. Google ”girly dancing shoes”!—Surely
I’ll want leather laces and flat soles
and the nude look for a dance-around with Sally.

And if I think this salsa is too flirty,
I’ll just remember when I said the words,
“I danced ‘Dry Bones in the Valley,’
thinking of my baby Sally.”