Playing Bogart
I’m very tired and I’m not making any sense and this is the best thing I wrote tonight so… that means it’s the best thing you’re going to get from me tonight.
A jazz club
A woman with smoky eyes
Husky voice
Charcoal dress.
You’re playing Bogart in your trenchcoat
Well, she sees right through you.
She approaches
Cigarette in her perfect lips
Gives you a smoldering look
And says, help a gal. My cigarette burnt out.
You and me, doll
You say
Don’t amount to a hill of beans in this world.
That’s not right, she says.
Play it again Sam, you say.
Also not right. Stop talking she says.
You fumble with your lighter
She snaps it out of your hand.
Gives you a demonic look
Flicks the lighter
Jazz music stops.
Let’s blow on the embers, baby
She says
Let’s burn the building down.
I hope the fire alarm works and wakes you up before the flames to hold
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Haha, thanks! Since you read this, I hope the same for you.
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Noir at it’s finest.
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Noir at its most awkward! Haha
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Great last few lines to finish it off!
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I wrote it around that line! The speaker is gonna get into all kinds of trouble with this nutter
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Very nice, very amusing. Me like.
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^_^
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Damn, damn, damn that was fun and good!
Mona
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❤ You have a keen eye for fun. You're a fun connoisseur!
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I want to watch that version! 😀
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