D. H. Melhem noodled up and down her lines like Charlie Parker
blowing sixteenth notes past bow-tied Brahmans,
getting down faster than the Coney Island Express.

It’s a cool night walking home up Benefit Street
the luvwaft palpable
purple lilacs lacing the utmosphere
bricks clicking like hi-hats
high-heels climbing out of Big Daddy’s Taxi
on the Way to Somewhere,
no coat, no money, no slavery.

Da-boodlio-pa-dee-daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa .

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