Another down scale honky-tonk,
whiskey and a smoke
Waiting for a dame named Gail,
air so thick I choke
Banging the piano,
crooning songs from yesterday
Raspy voice of sand and glue,
but man that cat could play
Then in she walks this dusky dew,
silky smooth her skin
And I a regular type of Joe,
that’s when trouble begins
She saunters in “unrolls her hip”
and orders up a gin
A fella comes behind her,
with an evil sort of grin
His gold watch hanging loosely,
from the Zoot suit that he wore
He pesters me for money,
“man you pay now for the whore”
I grabbed him by the collar,
cause there’s no need for being rude
That’s when I saw he was a packin,
and he must a been her dude
Well I was going to teach him manners,
then all a sudden he had friends
And my night in old Chicago,
it came a crashing to an end
I woke up in the alley,
beaten bloody, left for dead
With a broken nose and black eyes,
and no hat on top my head
Author notes
Prompt: Enjoying the pleasures of the night by Fabian Perez at http://www.blackpearlfineart.com/FabianPerez.html
I have written to his paintings before and did well. I really like his style a 40's or 50's look to them.
A contest entry
- Art Inspired Contest. *click here* by delightfulmess.
1000 points, ended March 17, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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LMAO omg this was good dear.
Enjoyed this one.
Love
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LOL OH NO!!! Poor guy...
Such a fun piece you have written. Giving the picture such a vivid story.!
Great job here I so enjoyed reading this piece.
Thank you for entering.
Delila
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