From Africa

Antiquated rockstar invitation
narrow downtown doorways
claustrophobic stairwell stench
in greenroom adjacent the scene
following blue jeans
through a cigarette fog
tits untampered by slave's sleeves
gaggle of nobodies ambling behind
retired records
rails of coke
slithering in vodka contrails

among the trappings of
encapsulated legend
loosely fitted leather jacket
feathered hair
bullfrog throat
a frozen stone in his stomach
still rolling his pants like boppers
like 1955

me, I'm itching for more
backroom boogey
that
wild African in circus hoops and light
red of her wet lips
red shawl on the lamp
passing peace pipe palavering in
the smoke a throat's repose
exchange silver for conversation for
the last mist in midnight's magic
she hovers over me close to me
to let me feel her voice
the red of her sharp dress
resplendent lust of her platinum black.

TA