The Milwaukee Bronzeville Poet Series

Grover Washington Tune and the Liver-Spotted

 

In the dark mahogany jazz club located where MapQuest can”t find it, the strong-chin, dirty-blonde shimmied a bit when the lanky sax player wearing the navy-blue suit bit into a long, yearning wail during a Grover Washington tune and the liver-spotted patrons of the musical arts stroked their thighs as she confidently brushed her sideswept bang from her left eye and pursed her kissable lips around a lit Slim Panatela cigar furnished by the no-neck dude with the scruffy, dye-black goatee, who took pleasure in twirling his engraved silver, turbo-flame lighter in his gloved right hand.

 

                                                     baggy pants

                                                     just the hint

                                                     of her tush

 

                                              © 2010 Jeff Winke, Cross + Roads Press