she bop-a-loo-da-wha-wha'd across from me all night. the silky strings played up and down- deeply, as she bop-a-loo'd. the cymbals, pshta-pshta-psht'd as the drums bum-de-bump-bump'd. she wha-da-loo-wha'd, blowing smoke rings and bee-bop-a-wha'ing. the crowd chatta-chatta-cha'd and I sunk heavier into my seat, numbly. every time she moved her mouth, the trumpet played a note- brr-brwa-de-brr-brwa-brwap! and there we sat. as she bop-a-wha-wha'd, I noticed the beautifully dark, wooden walls, the lime green ceiling, and the warm lights over the room. rum coated my voice. Thickly, I asked her for the time. "Bop-a-o'bop." it was late. my drink was almost gone, and the ceiling fans struggled to pull the heavy smoke off us rats. I dropped a tip and stood to leave. "Bop-bla-blop-bop?" she asked, as the trumpet went bwap-bla-blap-bap.Birth sign: Virgo
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