Cocktails and Iced Bourbons

Cocktails and Iced Bourbons

Watched the blue smoke slowly swirling upwards

Like soft gossamer translucent entwining ribbons

Until it reached the soft humming ceiling fan

On contact urgently dispersing omnidirectional

Across the low lighted plaster peeling ceiling

Hearing a microphone jack plug crackle

As it pushed home into the retro speaker

Took everyone's attention towards the staging

Transfixing our eyes on a single spotlighted diva

Over glass rims of cocktails and iced bourbons

The piano man started tinkling a sultry blues intro

To which the drummer’s snare scratched a beat

Simultaneously joined by an old hand double bass

The soul queen lifted her dark mascara eyelids

And you could feel the anticipation of the crowd

Her hands sensuously slid up the mic stand

Seductively embracing it with ruby ringed fingers

An undetectable intake of atmospheric breath

Filled her erotic near skin tight sequined dress

And hypnotically captivating a wanting audience

As her arousing honey dripped silken vocal

Smoothly sang an opulent rendition of At Last

An Etta James old sixties fantastic club classic

I felt its resonance penetrate my mesmerised psyche

Melodiously sending soul shivers of enchantment

It may have been the booze or wishful thinking

But swear she gazed only towards my lonely table

With pouting lips dripping luscious lyrical blues

The other patrons spontaneously became invisible

For she was all I my misty sight could transfix on

In precious moments you embrace good vibration

Savouring ever essence of an underlying fervour

If only in melody of a songstress passionate croon

Safely behind frosted windows of musical shelter

A temporary amnesia from all life’s s**t outside

Copyright @ 2017

Author's Note

https://youtu.be/S-cbOl96RFM

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Song, good drink and safe place from this world. I went to a few of these. Needed places for the tire mind and heart. I enjoyed your description of place, drink and the good song. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Hey ... thanks for taking the time to read and review - have a good day my friend!

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.

[Mrs Mania]

As I was reading through your poetry, this piece immediately grasped my attention. I enjoyed the scenery as well as your description of the music that is playing. You brought power to this poem through your excellent choice of words. Thank you for posting~

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Thank you - I am pleased you enjoyed my share .. :-)

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You killed it! What a siken reverie of song and sensuality. Wonderful language and word-play, drop-dead imagery-" pouting lips dripping luscious lyrical blues"...Hail Etta James!...the flow and cadence and musicality of this is magnificent! Love it!

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Merci beaucoup mon ami - much appreciated :-)

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

De rien mon ami!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the mood set here...loved Etta JAmes...that kind of blues...the sultry feeling, the atmosphere...
your poem puts us there...and does temporarily take us away from "the s**t outside."

thanks for that.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Thanks Jacob - a bit of musical escapism does the soul good ... :-)

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

love this Phil
its really descriptive and grand
love its style
took me back to time in piano bars in my teen years

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Why thank-you! Hope when you say teen years - it was the legal drinking age .. ha ha - :-)