“Club Graffiti”

Night fall broke and the town swelled with a delicious variety of well-dressed people, opulent billboards and the ambiguous hewn of mysterious city life.  Auto’s rushed this way and that. Men opened car doors to retrieve their beauties.

Long lines formed as coats and money was exchanged furtively.  Big, dark men with full chests opened the cold metal doors.  The wait was worth its weight in gold.  Multifarious smiles spread across those faces that entered

“Club Graffiti”…knowing they would let loose of what they knew themselves to be.

Lightning shot across the sky to the shattered glass sheltering the midnight sun and emblazing the piano’s hood.  Red women danced and red men swung and a fever hit the floor and the piano sang the songs the piano’s sing. It was a good night for all.