Thirty years ago today
I
went up that night to the bar where “Baby” works but I don’t think she was
there. Maybe she’s not a regular waitress or maybe she doesn’t work there at
all. She did say that sometimes she works the coat check.
The
place was all right but I was the only white man there. I was too embarrassed
to ask anyone to dance because I expected to be turned down. I figured that
since it was an all-black club women would be putting themselves on the spot by
being the only one dancing with a white guy.
I
had four beers and some chicken wings. The music was good,
I
might see if she’s there next Saturday.
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