Friday, September 2, 2016

Last Night At The Flamingo (1978) John Ioza

Last Night At The Flamingo (1978) John Ioza

There were two thousand queens last night at the Flamingo Before the sun came up they dropped a thousand dollars in drugs on the dance floor.

Eighteen superb mixes got sixty thousand oohs and Forty thousand aahs last night at the Flamingo.

Two queens got six replays on a pinball machine As I stared at the Rockola jukebox next to them Last night at the Flamingo.

Two hundred and twenty-eight egos were destroyed Last night at the Flamingo

Forty thousand cigarettes were smoked Last night at the Flamingo. Thirty five thousand of them were Menthol. The rest were Mafia.

Seven queens forgot where they were At least half the evening Last night at the Flamingo.

Ten thousand plastic cups Were flung to the floor

As six thousand cups of coffee disappeared Last night at the Flamingo.

Four thousand sleeping pills were swallowed In a masturbatory rush of self-administration Last night at the Flamingo.

Seventeen hysterectomies were performed Last night at the Flamingo.

I saw one queen checking hemlines Behind a banquet Last night at the Flamingo.

Twenty people fell out of the booth Last night at the Flamingo.

Eighty thousand questions were asked And nine thousand answered Last night at the Flamingo.

A thousand conversations Drowned in music Last night at the Flamingo.

Thirty-seven queens changed their clothes At least twice last night at the Flamingo.

Five hundred phone numbers And seven hundred promises Changed partners Last night at the Flamingo.

Eight hot records, so new They're not even on the radio yet Produced a thousand yawns Last night at the Flamingo.

Two people fell in love with each other Last night at the Flamingo.

The seeds of eight thousand orgasms In three downtown bath houses Were planted last night at the Flamingo.

Three hundred-fifty bottles of Ethyl Chloride Were consumed by six hundred white goddesses On a honky-tonk safari Last night at the Flamingo.

At least one person passed out Last night at the Flamingo. Unfortunately, I was dancing with him And didn't get to see who it was.

Fluctuations in the price of life Caught my eye last night at the Flamingo And several birds couldn't survive introductions.

On my way home I spotted two queens Licking the pavement outside the door Last night at the Flamingo.

When I brought my white pants to the cleaner today, He asked me if I'd been rolling around with the pigs.

"No," I said, "Last night I was at the Flamingo."

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