Late afternoons I sit at the counter of a small diner sipping vanilla coke watching the day turn into night or dollar green but it seems as Gershwin said, not for me. It is dog days and I am hot and tired and mostly luckless, angry too, my new love fading so soon. I dream myself into a hot soak in a fancy clawed foot bath tub sinking my dusty body into lilac scented bubbles. I imagine lying back with closed eyes as the hot water flicks at peony nipples. I am what one might call self-employed these days.
Settling for a motel shower stall I scrub my body that smells of dusty magnolias with rose scented oil until it glimmers like alabaster. Slipping into a black sheath, silver seamed stockings and stiletto heels saved for the occasion, I make my way onto Bourbon Street. At the corner the sounds of a sax carries through the open door of a dimly lit bar, it drifts up the alley over the roof of a brothel falling into gentle ruin. From my booth there I stare through a prism of glass at the Dog Star and blow a kiss to the man in the moon already yawning at the deep purple sky.

Night Music

100 thoughts on “Bourbon Street

  1. Dear Holly,
    You truly bring out the glamour & fleeting romance of being self employed, these days.
    I will be self employed in some of my fantasies.
    Reality is too, harsh.

    Love Candy & Dave together!
    You know I drew a couple an RR & AGM Holly to Candy and Dave. So inspirational.
    ❤ xoxoxo

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  2. I’m starting to realise I’ve spent so much of my life in a booth,
    blowing kisses to invisible people
    who see the boy behind my eyes
    and the girl behind my heart
    the stories they dance together
    into poems that were never meant to save me.

    That’s why they all come here,
    listening to your songs through the rainbows stars make.

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  3. One of my favorite pieces Rene. It conjures daydreams, little threads of memory, and hot dusty days along the gulf. Saxophone and good jaz is one of my favorites. Nawlins got it all.

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  4. Holly,

    Firstly, Holy mad science you’re so talented.

    Secondly, there’s a certain transcendent quality to this story. It’s the sad tale of a woman growing old before her own eyes. But at the same time it could easily be seen as the struggle of humankind. To be happy, and if failing that, to find a peace of mind the world isn’t so great with supplying. And yet we move along, the romance maybe not in our day to day but still . . there. Waiting.

    Beautiful piece Holly.

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  5. Holly… you write so brilliantly… This could be the setting of the first opening lines of a novel… And it would most certainly have me hooked into reading the whole book.. ❤
    Lovely to be back …. And catching your charm and brilliance… Have a lovely weekend Holly ❤ 🙏

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  6. Dear Due, it’s wonderful to see you back. Thank you for the beautiful compliment, you inspire and encourage always. I have missed you. I’m sure you’re very busy but thank you so much for visiting. Sending so much love. ❤️


  7. oh such a wonderful story Holly.. and I’m waiting for a tub of my dreams like I once had.. yours described here sounds heavily.. the stockings sound like a distant memory in a far off land. ❤️🤣🤗 xo Cindy

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      1. Love the smoky bar atmosphere you conjure with such elegance ; the gentle tinkle of rain mixed with the echoing jazz notes – really leaps off the page & makes the reader long to be there ❤

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