Hold My Hand

Billy Joel wants to hold my hand.

He slipped me a note.

I can't even sing but he still likes me.

He said I could touch his microphone.

Finally it was time for the show.

I was excited.

He growled like he was looking into my eyes.

I felt his piano play

I couldn't be still.

I lost a ring from my finger.

I was shaking like the devil.

Music took me in its mouth

I danced on its lips

Billy Joel dedicated a song to me.

My voice elevated to a scream.

I didn't know what song it was.

I cried and cried.

He reached out for my hand.

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Steven Gowin, Dec 14, 2013

Charming.

Tim G. Young, Dec 15, 2013

Thanks Steven. Much appreciated.

Gary V. Powell, Dec 16, 2013

Yeah, I liked this. The idea of it is strange and tender.*

Tim G. Young, Dec 16, 2013

I think you hit upon it, Gary.
'Strange and tender.' Thanks.

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