The Tuesday Night Ballroom

The Tuesday night ballroom is not in London or Paris or Monte Carlo or Vienna. The Tuesday night ballroom is a bar near the harbor, named for a beach in Australia. The Tuesday night ballroom is not all crystal and mirror- polished parquet. The Tuesday night ballroom has plastic chairs, pool-tables we push out of the way. The Tuesday night ballroom doesn't host ladies in gowns or men in tuxedos. The Tuesday night ballroom is home to us regular folk, a mix of ballroom-dancing students. But when we're in it, the Tuesday night ballroom skips- cha-cha-cha-right through space! So we can waltz in Vienna or samba in Rio, or dance the foxtrot just any place. The Tuesday night ballroom is where we shed troubles like boots grown too tight, and leave our daytime self behind, where fantasy lifts our feet, we feel light-in the magical ballroom on Tuesday night.