A piano glissando started the jazz
There she was, the flapper,
She flew on her crooked dancing heels,
Tweeted a light hedonistic tune,
Her airy short fringed gown
Exposed her rouged knees and her naked thighs
A feather boa crawled on her pallid collar bones,
Her heels tapped on the snake’s every slither
The taste of whiskey masked the flavour of her
promiscuity,
A scandal
The scent of morphine wafted around her,
A mirror to her unsettled hoedown
The flapper’s onyx bob,
Embellished with vibrant ostrich plumes
Her hair’s band,
Glittered with sequins and diamantes
Cigarette incense framed her,
clouded the marquee background
Soft lilac light embraced the musical band
But the spotlight was hers
Jazz and drink,
The ingredients for her burlesque conduct
The laughs of audience members
Chorused with her haughty charleston
The trombone climaxed
The cymbals crashed
Her dance was dying
Along with the grins of men clad in black
and on her last step,
The night dissolved