They dance to the songs they chose.
Nickels and dimes into the jukebox as people awkwardly look on
Their throats tickle
As they swallow up the night and Coca Cola.
Their cheeks flushed
From laughter but never embarrassment
They giggle at what ifs and maybes
As the owner again comes to yell
At their deaf ears which can focus only
On the buzzing of the night.