Grooving

We went to hear a blues band
In a restaurant in town.
Although called "blues," it wasn't
Music that would get you down.


The vibe was friendly in the room,
Though most folks there were locals.
The band was really excellent -
Guitars and drums and vocals.


We sipped our wine and shared some cake
And grooved to songs all new to us.
I watched the other patrons, too,
Most younger than the two of us.


They downed tequila shots and danced,
Flirtations on parade.
They flaunted all their sexiness
In hopes of getting laid.


Observing them, my mind went back
To single days, long past.
It's really wild how decades
Seem to disappear so fast.


So sitting there last night, I felt
Both satisfied and set.
I've downed enough tequila shots,
But life's not over yet.


I still can groove to rhythms
That a fine band can provide,
With the future spread before me
And my husband by my side.