Poetry |
Studmuffin Blues
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I'm steppin’ out old girl
ain't nothing you can do about it I'm a cool cat Mama can't let the hot chicks down. Shave shower deodorant cologne combing through waves thick black shiny hair primping, pomading patting stray strands sculpting my pompadour to perfection. My three-piece white suit a silk black shirt unbuttoned in a vee showing off the gold chain resting on my hairy chest. A last look in the mirror thrilled with what I see I yell at the top of my voice “Eat your heart out, John Travolta !” The bouncer at the disco smiles, waving me in. I strut through the entrance into a kaleidoscopic storm rotating strobes flashing multicolored lightning. My whole being electrified “Stayin' Alive” pulsing through me. Deafening drumrolls clashing cymbals signal my arrival. Nubile fans swarming me cheering squealing screaming A shushing slowly quiets the crowd They begin to divide, opening a pathway. Stephanie coming towards me angelic in her pale pink chiffon Oh my heart throb my Queen of the night. Standing before me her loving radiant smile stills my heart She touches my shoulder “Let's dance” A hand gently waking me “Honey, wake up I have to go to work. You were moving your arms making strange sounds what were you dreaming about?” The music stops Stephanie fades away I hesitate and whisper “I can't remember.” “Well, here's your chair let me help you I don't want you falling. Call me if you need anything see you later? ” |
