Ode to a Revolving Disco Ball

The Daily Clog, January 1987, Volume 3, Number 7

Oh disco ball with sparkling lights
you cheer by feet on Thursday nights.
I come to dance in my clogging shoes
and annoy the waitress with tattoos.
The spots, they run across the floor
but I don’t try to stomp them any more.
Oh disco ball with sparkling lights
may there always be clogging at Captain White’s!

--Julie Mangin

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