From adventofreason’s Xanga Archives . . .
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 |
Ahh… wonderful. You paint this scene most vividly, dear lady. peace & sparkles
awesome. I like this a lot!
Thank you! It was cool writing it!