Very evocative Ryfkah. Would have enjoyed hanging around some of those bars.
Much like poetry hangouts today, but more of a particular kind of class, I
suspect.
Cheers,
Frank
> The Lady Sings
>
> Laps slapped
> the trio swings
> Toes tap
> fingers snap
> The sax sound slips into
> her ear like a tongue
> Chinese lanterns bob
> under the moon's full eye
> The lady sings
> silky like real stockings
> of her man
> that done her wrong
>
> Rumors of an invasion
> dangle between glasses'
> clink and plundered kisses
> Laughter pierces
> Enemy soldiers meld
> in cafe revelry
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> War dozes
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> Ryfkah 5/23/03
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