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Speakeasy
easy,
smoke filled
blues called out
high pitched and mellow
the wallow
carrying
attune to our heart
whiskey spills from her eyelids
transversed from a future
strapped to my stares
the music mesmorized
englassed, rewound
excitement without end
lights go down
Jets soar
there's a knock upon the door
smoke filled
blues called out
high pitched and mellow
the wallow
carrying
attune to our heart
whiskey spills from her eyelids
transversed from a future
strapped to my stares
the music mesmorized
englassed, rewound
excitement without end
lights go down
Jets soar
there's a knock upon the door
Published 25th Mar 2020
Author's Note
A little warm up for my muse to see if it is up for a challenge
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25th Mar 2020 12:47pm
makes me want to dust off my microphone and sing something sultry... really love the atmosphere you've created 🖤
26th Mar 2020 00:47am
25th Mar 2020 6:22pm
I love this so much. Is like a movie scene and you can't wait to see what's gonna happen... so magical and filled with emotion♥
Anonymous
26th Mar 2020 12:54pm
You set the mood, painted the room, and I can hear the voice slipping through the smoky shadows. I'd say your muse is ready and willing here, Tim
26th Mar 2020 1:10pm
Thanks Willow, with all the shutdown and confinement I thought a speakeasy was needed. Funny enough when I went up to get us some ice cream last night there were a half dozen cars in front of the Raiders S.A.C. ...they do have a full bar but it is a private club not open to the public.
27th Mar 2020 10:17am
