4.15.2012

pearl street

The club was sweltering. It always was,
but tonight was unbearable. She tethered
her hair off her nape in the plastic
wristband they made you wear to drink.
The bouncer demanded that she wear it
on her wrist or face expulsion.

She threw her $10 bottle of beer into
the trash and spat at him. This guy better
be worth this fucking sweat.
She couldn't
see him, as he sat, his guitar in his lap.
Arrogant. It's too fucking hot in here.
The music began, sliding, bending, brandishing.

The woman in you? She's not here. She's in the sun.

This week's 100 Word Song at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog is "The Woman In You" by Ben Harper. This is a true and tragic tale of woe.

20 comments:

  1. Wowzers. You have so nailed it with this poem. LOVE the last line.

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  2. The things that are done for fun, seem often to be the opposite.

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  3. This is very thought-provoking, Marian... and I can relate... great poem!

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  4. I like how heat is the protagonist. I felt like I needed to cool off after reading this for third time.

    The last line is best. I'm glad you posted this.

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  5. Phew. $10 for a bottle of beer... she was robbed. Powerful write!

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  6. The last line was so unexpected and my thoughts flew off like a bubble around the nightclub, and escaped the hostile environment.

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  7. My hanky is wet, but with someone's blood not sweat or tears. Music is wasted where the crowd is the same--the sun is a much better venue.

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  8. ahhh... thanks, pals.
    in this here story, our heroine enjoyed the music despite the ridiculous conditions. and had some pining to do. of course.

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  9. strong write. You really got the essence down and brilliantly painted the scene. Thanks

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  10. Thanks for taking me along, Marian. True and tragic and clearly pining. I have to go shower now, to get the smoke out of my hair...

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  11. Goodness, everyone is reminding me of the good old days with their poems today. Many nights I spent in bars listening to music and working as a bartender. Thanks for the trip down memory lane.

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  12. Excellent - the intensity of the heat, the snap of the wristband, the swirl of spit - I can feel, hear, sea it all. Well done.

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  13. I agree with Fireblossom. This experience sounds more like torture than fun.

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  14. :) thanks, pals. just a snapshot, & glad you experienced it vividly.

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  15. I love how it all turned around at the end. I know that heat, and I also know the joy of it being worth it anyway.

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  16. For the love and dance and music... I thought, at first, she was going to throw her beer at him... (he deserved it :)

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  17. People can be so stinkin' uptight! Nice capture of this moment, very vivid!

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