Eating Poetry · Vignettes Baby

At the Jazz Club

she tried to write
but the saxophones made her pulse accelerate
so she lit a cigarette and beckoned the handsome waiter
to refill her glass and inquired whether they served food
no, he answered politely
while she fantasized about blowing black smoke into his mouth
vignette sounds like a delicious French dish, she thought
so she wrote this piece in her notebook and ate it

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6 thoughts on “At the Jazz Club

  1. This post made me smile. To be honest, the title of your blog made me smile first, then I clicked it and read your latest post. The image is spectacular and the writing is clever!

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