Ninety Forty

There was a time when they wanted to be fifty years younger,
and that was true of me,
not because I was old,
just because it was the wrong time,
for them,
and for me,

and what was that all about anyway,
some kind of version of a nostalgist,
like we,
they,
they didn't do it right the first time,

and I wanted her to take me there,
because she could tell me what it was like then,
before I came into the picture,

so I set my sights on the Lindy Hop,
because it was leap frogging back and forth through things I'd never been through that sounded right to me,

but my clocks had all since stopped,
and I wore them on my wrist,
and my sleeve anyway