Day 17: Everything’s Jake

They told me- walk. Just pretend
not to hear, Juice Joint Jake
playing aces, slamming rummies
pinching smarties dancing by.

In this parlor, this petting zoo
of prohibitions, I could get lost,

They told me walk. Just pretend
not to hear, Juice Joint Jake
playing aces, slamming rummies
pinching smarties dancing through.

In this parlour, this petting zoo of
prohibitions, I could get lost, or move in
Creole belles, moonshine and mambo
swaying pearls and the wiggle patrol…

But nothing phases Absinthe Tina. Not
a full house of feathers, lust and money, not
parlour games or unmarked bills, not
another bullet proof vest- just hummingbird

express, out one backdoor and east into another.

Ish kabibble” was all he said. The place fell silent.
You fell to the floor. Staccatoed cacophony, a shower of glass.
My sidecar sweat its memories in dewdrops.

Darn that dream.

Prompt: a list of phrases and words in the running for a new band name. The pick? Absinthe Tina. 😉

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Author: tara linda

Musician, performer, poet, jewelry maker

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