Bareoke

I promise you all,
that this post,
will have,
a much lighter tone,
than,
yesterday's.
I have left the forest..

I have entered the,
urban jungle,
I am walking down,
Ste-Catherine,
turning left on,
St-Laurent,
the Main,
going to,
the last vestige of,
crass, loud and queer,
Main,
the gladiators,
against,
gentrification and sameness,
yes,
bois and girls--
we have entered,
Cafe Cleopatre,
and,
it is,
Bareoke,
oh yeah, baby,
strip Karaoke.

I had so much fun,
I sang along,
I chair danced,
I saw some beautiful,
people,
clothed and otherwise,
I saw some not,
so beautiful people,
clothed and otherwise.
I saw people having fun,
letting it all hang out,
I saw some shy people,
and,
some shameless,
exhibitionists,
and,
that is all cool,
coz,
we were all,
adults.

It was a young crowd,
but,
there were a few of us,
with a little snow on the,
rooftop.
But, last night,
I was twelve,
when a couple sang Summer Nights.
In my intense College years,
when a young lady was Janet,
from Rocky Horror Picture Show
I didn't recognize it, 
I am a time warp kind of girl,
when I wondered what this was,
to my friend, Timothy,
he actually asked,
with more than a twinge of horror,
'are you even gay???'

I howled with laughter,
Timothy,
get's line of the night. 

I am,
very gay,
let me make that,
perfectly clear
:-)

I had a nice time,
a few beers,
laughed,
with some,
people who's company,
I enjoy,
immensely

I will be returning,
next time,
with enough beer,
I might even sing,
but,
probably not

Happy Mother's day to all the moms out there

Be well, you all,
Later girls,
BB

Author: Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream View all posts by Bookish Butch