The girl said: both these seats are taken.
I said: I see the capped drinks now.
She said: they are smoking.
I said: I can dig that.
A chick karaokes my favorite Little Mermaid song.
Quite well, in fact,
as she did not
make it
quietly.
The other girl I mentioned,
She said: this was my favorite movie as a child.
I say: me too. Hair flowing under water, huh?
The next gal sings
Jolene
/please don’t take him just because you can/
She sings it well,
to boot.
A guy steps up to sing
A love song
that includes a spell
of numbers that I do not recognize.
Then, he says he’s gonna call the po po
<A lyric simply sung>
He did not write/right the song.
And, I move back-sdraw
About nine years.
And, I wonder:
Perhaps it is no love song, after all.
/her hands are never cold/she’s got Betty Davis eyes/
Sings the next gal.
I sit, locked, like a female stag, sweet sorrels, and everything in between.
/prepositional end-
ing intended/
No-one is the Only-one
that knows me here.
Anonymity through close proximity.
And, Some-one yells: I don’t know what Betty Davis…what are Betty Davis eyes?
I think: Howlarious.
The smell of cigarettes drifts in and some fellow howls: set me free.
And, I wonder: can
anyone but you “unchain your heart and set you free?”
The screen reads: musical
break 12 measures.
I count to twelve
In-time
@ least I do in a different
pla(i)ne.
Musical break: 8
measures
He says: check, check,
sixteen times.
On-time.
WrittenCasey 