6p.m. Tuesday in The Orchid Room.August 16, 2008 at 8:24 pm | Posted in writing | 9 Comments
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Not quite standover man, elicits commission, ie payperview basis only. He’s polishing the glasses in the corner. The boss is still missing. She went walking with some old man in a grey suit and a silver cane. Downstairs backstage the pianoplayer is polishing the tops of his red and blue platform shoes on the back of his white pants, shrugging on his jacket and seeing the diamantes reflecting in the mirror. He blinks and slides on the Bootsy Collins sunglasses. His top hat is at the drycleaners but at least he still has work.
Not quite voiceover man in that the glasses purr as he polishes them and blur into rainbows reflecting the neon lit room behind. He turns and watches the pianoplayer in his ridiculous fireproof suit emerge from the downstairs and clomp over the dancefloor toward the tired old honkytonk upright. Not another one of those nights, he thinks.
F. is upstairs searching for something he left inside somewhere else and outside in the rain a limo shwooshes by with the windows wound down and Joan Armatrading singing “Willow”,