Dance Upstairs

Staring at your hand-painted letters
Your yellow arrow red and green strokes
Enframed in leopard wood
Voices and music emanate forth from various eras
Layering over one another
You used to point the way
To night time pleasures
Improving upon the fiery sounds
And terrors from earlier times

You started your life in a VFW hall
After your original dancers moved on
An unlikely school adopted you
Then after a while the school children left you
One day my muse found you
She picked you up

We gave you a new life
Using you one more night
Prominently displayed at our wedding reception
Now you've made the journey to Vermont
And grace our bedroom wall
I stare at you each night and day

Every once in a while the kitschy sounds of your past
Dean Martin's "That's Amore" ascending happily
Our song from the local pizzeria in Denver
From the Jukebox we played so many times
Wherever we go we'll take you
For the dance upstairs awaits.