Dancing At The Policemen's Ball

Dancing At The Policemen's Ball

laughter, tears & crying
off duty at eight
we didn't even stop for a break
the music was blaring inside the auditorium
we were ready for the night

Dancing at the policemen's ball
the radio was playing are favorite tunes
looking fancy in my suit
cologne, razor & cigarette

beers were flowing
tempers a fire

sadness in the midnight hour
we had are keg stand
a toast to the most
the chief was there

a whole host of togetherness
the brotherhood of protection
slow dance

This poem is about: 
My community


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