Tag Archives: Blues

Satin Doll Solo

Satin doll…smoke-filled room, eyes all over you… feather boas, crowded ashtrays, hard wood stools and plumes, dark brick walls behind the bar, where the trash turns smoky blue; couples fumble vertically, up against the wall pressing their passion under the … Continue reading

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