The sky dancer at the car wash looks like Annie Lennox.
She waves like drunk tree.
One long tube with arms
filled with hot, hot air
flailing about, attracting customers.
Fluttering like there’s a multitude of angels, playing with her heart.
She bends back slowly in the limbo position
then with a burst of spine breeze
she snaps forward
rising up
like a celebrity ghost.
Her make up is hard and her hair is cropped
as it can only be if you're a tube.
Her arms dance, come to the carwash!
Then she droops forward,
like it’s the end of the 80’s all over again.
She stays there awhile, shimmying alone.
But then pulls up and reaches for her sweet, sweet dreams.