I saw Elton John in a nightclub in Atlanta called Tongue & Groove

my sister thought he was an imposter but his haircut seemed right & no one could miss those rhinestone-framed eyeglasses & lime green paisley suit & purple satin shirt & matching necktie except maybe the drunk twentysomethings dancing slash stumbling you could smell the alcohol in the humid air & feel the spills fuse to your shoe soles & I was unlucky I had just gotten dumped & some fool splashed half a Long Island Iced Tea on my white dress & I was ready to go & dancing was supposed to make me feel better but instead marked the end of seeing nightclubs as fun despite the cologne-infused wake of Elton John whizzing by so close I could see the fabulous gap in his teeth