Big Al’s Strip Joint



The stage music speaks of anxiety

The wandering tone of a saxophone

Hinting of some long lost society

And hot high-hat trombones that slide us home

pitching us here and back to wonderful

Far away and out from the frightening

One night stands: the lonely sheets colorful

Loud, hot, brassy, bright and enlightening

Only in the close heat of someone else.

We join up and down the flesh Crooning June

The music speaks in agitated Welsh

A betrayal of love and the quicksilver spoon.

Just as we are lost in some strangers’ eyes,

The music speaks fire and temperatures rise.