Today’s Music: Ben Webster – Solitude
The swirl of steam escapes the triple espressos,mingling with the wisps of smoke from lavender cigarettes, the waves parting as El Guapo saunters to the stage of the dimly lit room. His black felt beret matching his black wool suit matching his (mostly) black goatee matching his black Ray Ban sungla-
El Guapo turns his tripping into a smooth “I meant to do that” hop and twirl, removing his sunglasses and hopping on stage.
He nods to Sufjiannan Eisenberg on the electric glockenspiel, and takes his place in front of the mic.
A pinpoint spotlight lifts him out of the dark, slowly expanding to illuminate his presence on the stage…
I thrust in my arm as you close around me.
You open, parting with a whisper as you swallow me whole.
Gently, I press against your button.
You sigh, then rush
Together we ride
I feel it coming…
There it is-
You shudder, then come
I step off the elevator.