~ and some days this is how I find the inspiration to write. Black coffee and Peggy Lee, hon.
Category: mad men
Do you remember what you said to me, that day, beneath the towering oak? This was long ago, before we knew what would become of us. You told me that you were staying by my side. There was steel truth to your words. And now you glance off as if afraid to see your reflection in my eyes. Yet you keep coming back to … Read More
The men nodded as Roy and Rummy approached, extended their hands, one by one, shook. Rummy leaned in to peck a kiss upon Birdie’s rouged cheek. Roy did likewise. He felt Birdie’s body still, sensed her linger. “Who’s the little lady?” The boss met Rummy’s glance and demanded an answer. Before Rummy could speak, Birdie hopped up and took Annie’s hand. “Slide over, Jimmy. … Read More Bing’s Palace~ 1963
I had a dream. We are in your car, a fixed up TR-6, taken from your brother. The radio retro blasts a Jim Morrison high. You steer south toward the I-5. A ribbon of trees line the hillside. Blood red mingles with atomic tangerine. I glance left, note how the sun casts light across your face. My finger traces the map of your jaw. … Read More The Dream
Roy fumbled with the coins in his pocket. A single incandescent bulb lit up each table- top. The heat in the room glowed and a smoky haze veiled the guests. He peered deeper into the shrouded depths of the room. Paper serviettes stacked the bar. Shot glasses lined up, topped to the max, the amber liquid ready to swallow. Next to an ice bucket, a … Read More The Clean-Up Man
What a damn, good night of gentlemen, whiskey shooters, and women wrapped in mink, it was. The boys dressed to the nines and the ladies, bespoke in jewels, were there to shine. The flowery scent of Chanel No.5 still lingered on his shirt. His mother had once denounced it as the “perfume of show girls.” He knew exactly how she’d feel about the scene. “Cards, … Read More The Club