Excerpt from my novel “Song of Songs” – a work in progress

Months passed before I encountered
The same strange little karaoke DJ
In another bar, in a distant neighborhood
Where we had coincidentally gone
Hunting partners for our erotic dance
Followed from an upscale fusion Indian joint
Patience, Iago
Taking refuge from the storms
Finding a friendly face
I mounted a rather tall stage
Flanked by stacks of speakers
Self-imposed limitations serve none
Bestir your beautiful feet
Let fly my best imitation
Of the late great Memphis king
Sounding expanded to fill my ears
With as good an impression as any
As my voice played against the melody
Of taking a chance on a family descending
Amazing myself for a moment wondering
Who sang that? And it was me
There ain’t no easy way out
And from that very moment, set free
I sang at every possible moment
In every possible venue across the Metroplex
Until I finally settled on a bar close to home
The End with a history already
Stretching back to times
When everything was different


About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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