He told me that

years before he used to be a dancer,

danced for Kings and Queens from

Beirut to Monte Carlo.

It was fun he said

when he was a young man

dancing his life away,

no regrets he said, no regrets.

The old man put down his brush, and

I bought him a beer or two,

he told me his dancing days were done, but

what a dancer he had been.

I bought the old man another beer and

bid farewell to the dancer

he was whistling

Mr.Bojangles.