Ya got a smoke?
Thanks, Mister. Ya know, Harvey
wasn’t even my type. He was a, a, flash
int eh pan, a ship passing in the night.
And with so many boys runnin off to join the Navy, well, a good ship was
getting hard to find. He made it sound
so glamorous, dressin up in jewels every night, getting hot under the
lights. I tell ya, after two year s of
dressing up to get hot next to the deep fryer, that sounded about like
heaven. Enough to make me forget his,
shortcomins. So I started workin at the
Blue Horizon. That first night I got
back to the room I shared with three other gals, I cried my eyes out ‘til some
tramp throws her pillow at me and tell me to shut it. And Harvey, he keeps tellin me all these big
time muckety mucks are gonna be all over me, they’re gonna think I’m the
tops. They were all over me all
right. The tops. The bottoms,.
And the sneaky little suckers who’d kinda slide in from the side. If hands were Huns I’d swear that Germany had
won the war. I tried to leave about a
million times, but it was funny, somehow at the end of the night I always ended
up owing money. Dress rental, stage
clean up fees, drink tabs. You name it,
they shyster. So when I met Ronnie I
jumped at, well, that too, but I jumped at the chance to bring Harvey down a
notch or two. Ronnie was a cop whose
Daddy was a cop, turns out the guys were givin him a hard time. So’s he’s gonna prove himself. Wansta know if I got any dirt on Harvey. I told him, I said, “Kid I got dirt on half
the city.” See, guys may pay money to
look at my gals but the part they really want is my ears. But, you know, I don’t want to trouble so I
don’t tell him nothin’. That kid,
though, he won’t take no for an answer.
He starts showing up after work with flowers, openin my car doors, sayin
I oughta be treated like a lady. So one
night I tell him about Harvey’s little weekly poker nights. The one in the back room with those hard
looking cats with the greased back hair and the guns too big for their
britches. Next thing I know those cats
are in the doghouse and the Blue Horizon is just a pile of Ask and Harvey he’s
the one spending his time getting hot under some lights. Only these lights are the little ones they
shine right in your eyes when they take you downtown. Ask me if I shed a tear. And get this, the kid wants to marry me,
marry me! He said he’d made an honest woman outta me. Can you see me with a bunch of rugrats. Ironing his clothes and makin dinner and all
that jazz? He says I’m already a star in
his eyes. I told him if he got stars in
his eyes he needs to see a doctor or something.
I don’t’ know, though. I just
might take him up on it. Or I must go on
home, see if the diner is still hirin. I
bet I can still flip an over easy without breakin the yolk. All’s I know is that with that Blue Horizon
gone, there ain’t nothin standin in my way.
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