Dreams of you, polkas

We meet in an abandoned
ShopKo, and your friend
Ignores me

Talking, not believing we
Are actually there

Later, I await your
Arrival, like a long
Overdue issue of TV Guide
Waiting for what is to be seen

I'm clothed in pajamas and
A messy hairdo
Yet you say I look beautiful

Suspense is overrated as
You announce where we're going

To a country bar
Where they polka, not line dance
I'm giddy with the thought
But then I remember...

I don't know how to polka