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At The Disco
The disco was much like your radio,
and the whole network that you called "C.B.:"
a place into which we could make escape---
each of us, and also in company---
a while from the mundane identity
that tortured without ceasing through the day.
But in the disco, private circumstances
could be forgotten. Time took on new shape.
Music, beauty and light inspired our dances;
and love songs gave our feelings a new say,
rather than stifling at the place of work
where each employee was just one more jerk.
The disco was a life style celebrated,
a brief respite we all appreciated.
Sadly, its curfewed hours firmly truncated
our thrills---unlike your always tuned C.B.:
late nights did not impede its dial's bright glow.
Starward
