'dancing with a touch of class' every monday night, the grand stage restaurant, third floor, western market, central, hong kong
 
she sings candle in the wind
and all that jazz
i have a table to the side and to the right
the rest are dressed for dinner, colonial-style,
even a chandelier shouldn't have
decolletage this long, it's all
coming up tuberoses as i smoke
double happiness, gold and red box
in the swagged balcony, the lights,
the escalator,an archway
of roses and the miss havisham wedding cake
in the corner. this is elegance, this is
'dancing with a touch of class',
the business of love as the stars spell out
their names and the slow glide and quickstep
past, a dance parade but this
small-town girl needs to fly
to reach her dreams in the sky
di-dee-di-dee-ahh!
watching the rosebuds
vanish in the tealit glow
scattering their steps as they pass
watching their reflections - i want
this waltz with you, gold heels
catching for a moment in
the lace of her hem, you'd think
it deliberate how she
arches her knee
to retrieve it
the glitterball casts
stars on the panelled floor,
backstepped and twirling
beehived high kicks
as the girl on the balcony
serenades us all
and their perfect perfect faces

Editors' note: Viki Holmes's Miss Moon's Class is reviewed in issue #7 of Cha.