The world is black and white.
You sit, uncomfortable in your new suit of nubbly wool, looking around at all the swells. The guys with the greased hair and pencil moustaches, the dolls with slinky, sparkly dresses and spitcurls.
The cigarette girl comes by in her porter cap, sequined jacket and shorts. The seams on her stockings are not quite straight, but your eyes follow them from the floor all the way up. She feels your eyes on her, and looks at you over her shoulder, then winks.
You take another sip from your ice-cold vodka martini as the lights dim, the Duke's band comes in,
and you are swept away.
PS - turn it up.
ReplyDeleteOh, so smooth...another martini, anyone?
ReplyDeleteOooh, that is nice. And that photo goes so well with the tune.
ReplyDeleteI took a class on jazz in college. The professor, who had tried to get into the big bands in the 40's (but didn't quite make it) said he had long wanted to see Duke Ellington. He finally gotten tickets to see Ellington, but then he died.
If you would like an early rack and roll version, may I offer this one up by the Viscounts: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pk_InjADuAg&feature=related.
That was just lovely. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThat number was just right for a rainy Saturday night, Dances, I so enjoy your writing.
ReplyDeleteI was familiar with the tune but didn't know the name.
I don't know if I should watch the rack and roll version...
ReplyDelete(tee hee, just teasing you, Matt)
I watched a bunch of versions of this last night, including the Viscounts, and it was pretty good.
ReplyDeleteYou would have heard Ellington in the classy nightclub with cigarette girls. You would have heard the Viscounts in the seedy joint in the rougher part of town.
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