Kerryn WoodJazz Twenty Ten
June 15th 2010 07:21
friday night, starlit sky
cold, really cold, there's snow on the mountains
the chill slaps her face and
bites her cheek
she walks briskly, head down she
pulls her scarf over her face and
her jacket higher around her neck
her pace quickens
the click clack heels, staccato
she greets the doorman with a warm smile
her eyes flash
he thinks she's really cute
someone else slides off her jacket
while she picks up her mike
and readies into position
the lights will pick up the red sequins
beautifully in this spot
audience muted
enter music
velvet lifted
spot light centre stage
a singer sings
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