He drags on the cigarette and lets the smoke out through his nostrils in a gray-blue plume. It clashes with the red vinyl of the stools, chairs and pocked countertop. A lump of adobe which used to be a pile of donuts fossilizes under a glass cover at the L-turn. A waitress is smacking her gum and flipping through pages of a bright magazine with tattered corners and a permanent crease in the center...
Al, thanks so much for spreading the word! Much appreciated, bro!
ReplyDeleteAl ... I know you're not my brother (I do have an Uncle Al though), but I kinda keep likin' you the more and really REALLY like that you gave some extra wattage to the kleig lights and spotlights over AT THE BIJOU where the J Dane is really servin' up a good time at his "munch" counter.
ReplyDeleteYou're aces, sir.
Do let me know when there's something of yours you'd like to stage under our hot lights and keep the illumination goin' strong.
~ Absolutely*Kate