Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Midnight Wow-boy
MIDNITE FOR THE WOW boy, dat WOW boy! And GOODNITE for the Wow-GAL, last OUT, this side of the Wow-boy-s Stetson hat!
Midnight for the WOW-WOW, for the Midnight Wow-boy, Saturday night, too soon, for the WOW-gal, her Print dress, silk stockings, her left stiletto shoe, in the hotel lobby, just a drunk, emptiness, a door key, grand hotel-nobody there, Del Rio, Texas!
MIDNIGHT WOW! WotchagonnaDO-be-doo! Hike up your knickers! Bandidoes on the doorstep, or hunker down to the Greyhound bus station, get ya tired BUNS back to hometown, IOWA, better still, head EAST, tap-dance on Broadway, N.Y.C.
Milk...Pint,
Potatoes, butter,
can of Peas,
see Mrs Schwartz at the corner,
a piece of Ham,
toilet roll, tissues,
olives, a cup of coffee....
which is WHERE-WHEN I got discovered, tap-dancing for Hollywood. They then flew Me out there. Gave me my OWN Apartment in Laurel Canyon. Great view of the L.A. smog. Coats, Cosmetics and Minks! But I STILL think of that Saturday Midnight WOW-boy! Some place East of El Paso...
c.2019, September. dave delacroix
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