My
dad stopped over last night on his way
uptown
to hear Billie Holiday sing:
“Lester
Young, Duke, they'll show, I know she'll bring
a
crowd―let's
be early to hear them play.
We
can pick up some girls at the bar, pay
upfront
for the discount―that's
a good thing
for
us to do! We'll have a great time, sling
the
bull, wow the babes, we'll be makin' hay!”
“Saddle
up!” he said, “We'll go in your car.”
So
out we went, picked up girls, had some drinks.
poured
him in the backseat, hammered, that stinks.
In
the mirror, he's sitting upright―far
from
live, I think, until he smiles―and
winks.
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