Joe is restless and so am I, so restless. Button's buddy lips frame "L B T TH O P?" across the bar. "Yes!" I cry, for dancing's my soul delight. (Feet! Feet!) "Come on!" Through the streets we skip like swallows. Howard malingers. (Come on, Howard.) Ashes malingers. (Come on, J.A.) Dick malingers. (Come on, Dick.) Alvin darts ahead. (Wait up, Alvin.) Jack, Earl, and Someone don't come. Down the dark stairs drifts the steaming cha- cha-cha. Through the urine and smoke we charge to the floor. Wrapped in Ashes' arms I glide. (It's heaven!) Button lindys with me. (It's heaven!) Joe's two-steps, too, are incredible, and then a fast rhumba with Alvin, like skipping on toothpicks. And the interminable intermissions, we have them. Jack, Earl and Someone drift guiltily in. "I knew they were gay the minute I laid eyes on them!" screams John. How ashamed they are of us! we hope.