there was a little exercise that I got involved with on this website thats still in existence called 100words.net I believe, and I would work this to extend my creativity etc. so imagine my suprise when perusing through my former blog I came across this particular joint. I may need to resurrect that practice of 100 words...thats a thought.
Here I am chillin at the Regency, a little jazz bar on Lexington
The place is hip with live instrumentation and the right feel of old Harlem meets
2005; simply fresh.
Here I am in a sea of Satin Dolls
Marlboro lights like there isn’t a tomorrow.
My mind takes in the cool vibes of tonite’s special musician. She just happens to be some
burnt sienna beauty with liquid dark eyes and a smile reminiscent of 1000 stars.
She’s jammin pure and hard on the Alto sax…sending me far beyond this time and
place. My head is currently empty accept for the reoccurring need to finally find a
way to express myself. I’m an artist…a poet to be exactly and it seems so hard to be
who I am when you have peeps continuously whispering in your ear how dead in being a poet or
whatever is.
I throw back the remaining bit of my margarita, my tenth one tonite and ask a passing
waitress for a refill; she smiles and hastens to get my next glass…I’m feeling slightly
buzzed and that’s the way I dig it. Somehow I’ll find a way to express myself, bet that!
©2005
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