The Crowd is Your King [Poem]

Remember this city? You've been here before in another life On another tour Remember her? She's got a mortgage now Straight teeth where there'd been metal brackets Standing with her 8 year old daughter You mouth ‘I know you’ In the millisecond gap in your choreography To you, she will look exactly the same age as the first time you saw her She will always be 14 and a half Remember! Lock right back into thе footwork Any missed step is a misstep You must rеmember everything But mostly this: The crowd is your king who has ruled over you for centuries Benevolently For the most part.