Teenage topless dancers
With their empty bored smiles
Innocent girl-next-door
Faces, danced their rounds
Frug. Watusi. Jerk.
Finish. Break. Repeat.
Topless for the tourists,
Like me, innocent lad,
Lustfully in search of,
Real life, maybe love,
In bar after bar of bored,
Bland faced topless women.
Ageless already...
Coming of age for
Both all us perhaps
The dancers and me
As we found ourselves...
San Francisco 1967.
Donovan Baldwin
