shrug it off

Dancing dervish falling in like left
&wrong, a sucker for friendly gestures
Cutting loose
Shaking micro agonies off
Stomping twirls use the entire floor
Mopping the ceiling with laughter
A dozen horns take their solos
Women in flannel cowgirl shirts their husbands
Have their hands overfull
I get out of there
In several peaces just in time