Andy Williams
When I was young I didn’t get it:
the crooning, whining, almost girlish voice.
Middle of the road, hope I die before I get that old.
Music my girlfriend’s parents danced to,
waltzing with stern expressions and stiff backs.
Thirty years later, watching them
still dancing I thought,
if we could only move like that.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful?
And then I understood.
Andy Williams, so smooth,
the king of cool, whispering in ears
the sweet, persuasive sounds
of middle-aged, swinging sex.
Greg Freeman http://www.writeoutloud.net/profiles/gregfreeman is a former newspaper sub-editor, and now news editor for the poetry website Write Out Loud. His debut pamphlet collection, Trainspotters , was published by Indigo Dreams in 2015