He sauntered into the back of a juke joint---
and he looked so fine
like he had just solved the crime of the century
There was the right kind of sweat on the back of his neck---
and it was beading across his forehead
and making puddles on his wifebeater
His suspenders pressed into his shoulder muscles---
and his fedora was filthy but refined in its intention
and he was pretty---
I sat in the back of the room in a crimson and white polka dot dress
with a missing pink button
and I was drinking dirty martinis one after the other
And I was living proof of the good Girl Friday---
flooding this neighborhood with all things ulterior
---all the while they slipped down the fire escape
so he could buy me another drink---and ask a couple questions
straight up---
really enjoyed this piece. These are the type of snippets of stories that, once elaborated upon, could become full-blown narrative fiction.
ReplyDeleteStraight up is a good choice in life! Life is full of questions. I have an extra pink button for you anytime. Try a dry martini!!!!!!!!
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