What an old soul you are,
Donned in leather that strikes tales of time
Cool tie and rocky shoes,
Leaves the girls smitten, caught in your gleam.
A presence that that feels like a rhyme
Is it your poise or charisma that draws them near? I ponder

Your mad hatter jokes weave laughter like art,
To what do I owe this delightful cheer?
A dance with you was never my intent.
With a glass down, I fix my flair,
Ready to strut to your grooves embrace,
“Shall we?” you say, each pun in sync,
A wink and a smile, together with a tip on the hat.

“Be mine for the night,” you say it with a smize
“If and only if we dance till the dawn breaks!” I reply
Laughter ensues and you pull me in,
Cheek to cheek, in this moment, we’re drawn.

Must be the wine, or is it the gentlemans pride, I ponder. You pull me in more and set loose for a little twirl.  We glide across the floor
Transforming the night.

The music spins and thrills. Slow and steady, we move on the edge
Glowing under the disco’s ball , letting the shadows sway
You pause and time stands still 
A grip on the guitar
with every strum you play.
A melody adored, an echo of the past,
In your music, it binds
Time gently unwinds
In the rhythm of your grace