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Bourbon Street<\/strong><\/p>\n Black as the Blues, too hot wears black, a hat, a caution Back-to-back A voice: It\u2019s Charlie Right palm tipped up, Fingers stroke the tray. levee breaks, the throats <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Hilary Hares <\/strong>lives in Farnham, Surrey and spent 27 years using the power of words to raise money for charity. She has a BA in Creative Writing from the University of Winchester and an MA in Poetry from Manchester Metropolitan University. She is published in a number of magazines and anthologies and is currently working on a memoir sequence entitled \u2018Re-inventing the Red Queen\u2019.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Bourbon Street Black as the Blues, too hot to sweat, a man steps through a melt of light, wears black, a hat, a caution of brogues set up by a pair of Sammy Davis shades. Back-to-back pianos drum-roll a dungeon note. A voice: It\u2019s Charlie and the tray. Tremble of whoops and claps. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12597","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12597","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12597"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12597\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13488,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12597\/revisions\/13488"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12597"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12597"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12597"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nto sweat, a man steps
\nthrough a melt of light,<\/p>\n
\nof brogues set up by a pair
\nof Sammy Davis shades.<\/p>\n
\npianos drum-roll
\na dungeon note.<\/p>\n
\nand the tray. Tremble
\nof whoops and claps.<\/p>\n
\nhe balances a tarnished salva \u2013
\nleft is a spray silvered tips.<\/p>\n
\nOne falling note, a tremolando.
\nCharlie takes a bow;<\/p>\n
\nare roars, applause exploding
\nlike a jar of nails.<\/p>\n