Dance Me Around the Parking Lot, Bobby O

Back in those days

So long ago it seems another life

We danced to live music at the J-Bar-T,

To a jukebox in a bar in Belt,

To swaying grasses in empty fields.

But the best last waltz

In a parking lot in Helena

A Montana velvet night in August

To Donna Fargo on your car radio

When desperately I wanted to be

“The happiest girl in the whole USA”.

All these years later

You still have a poem

Of my heart, Bobby O.