that old money dance

Now here we go around and around
Shaken from shaking our souls for the town
Gospel to gutters, that wide spanning prance
Delightful and spiteful; that old money dance

Boys in their colors and girls nice in white
See nothing unseemly done by them this night
They extend a hand and a shoulder to chance
For riches to pour out; that old money dance
And after the service, they box up and roll
Enchanted, life’s granted them such bold control
And settle they down for the high of romance
No thoughts of the scatter; that old money dance

The sun blares a glaring alarm in the morn
Past dreams seems have steamed formed a thick trickly thorn
Brows now endowed seek out grands of advance
Taking shakes, staking steaks from that old money dance
Days end and out sides both the loft and the street
Oh so cold, souls patrol beating heat feats with feet
As they stand understanding the lance of demands
Resolute suits scoot boots to that old money dance

Keeping heads above water till we’re well below ground
No break from making that to which we’re bound
Traps perhaps happen, you plan; it commands
That you must… bust dust… Hustle and shuffle
do that old money dance