this white girl
sits on a stool
fingers wrapped
around an ancient
microphone, singing
like nina simone or
billie holiday
the bartender, glancing
up from time to time
is certain he will
have her before
night’s end
couples and singles
silently smoke their
Gauloise or Djarum
cigarettes and
drink their absinthe
or whisky
dreaming of yesterday
while the white
girl sings about
louisiana or mississippi
and glances towards
the darkened
corner table at
the man with the
distant stare
and knows that she will
have him
before night’s end
© ceg 8.31.08
adventofreason 
I remember this one. She was always hell on bars. 😉
YAY! Glad you do. I was always quite fond of this one myself. 🙂
me, too. I meant to imply. 😀
Implication noted, filed and smiled upon.
😀 Gah, I like how easy and fast it is to reply here. I could get used to this. 🙂
Oooooo yeah, me likey 😀
Hey, sweetie . . . thanks!