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OLWG# 207- To Live and Die in New Orleans

Written for OLWG# 207

Billy Bob Soulier scratched the stubble on his chin and crushed his cigarette in the overflowing glass ashtray. He knew that it read, “The Silver Penny” on the bottom, even though he’d covered the lettering with ash and dog ends. He’d been sitting on that barstool all morning, and he’d seen it before it was covered up.

From his shirt pocket, he pulled a five-spot and tossed it on the bar, signalling to Emi that he needed another drink. She pulled herself up from the stool she liked to perch on and went to work. Billy Bob lived to watch Emi work. She wore her dark, tightly curled hair in a #2 buzz. She stood well over six feet tall. The girl was long, lithe, and lean. She moved with an economy of motion that he admired. He could imagine her sleepin’ in the kitchen with her feets in the hall.

Emi sat his Bloody Mary down and lifted the fiver from the dark wood of the bar. With the bill in hand, she glided down towards the old National Register. Billy Bob was daydreaming about Emi as he watched her drift. Her head started bobbing, ever so slightly, as the jukebox played an old Dorothy Moore song. He smiled.

This week’s prompts were:

  1. kick up your heels
  2. a barroom in New Orleans
  3. every week

5 thoughts on “OLWG# 207- To Live and Die in New Orleans

    1. It’s an old Blues line. It’s in lots of songs, been sung by lots of artists:
      Charlie Musselwhite – River Hip Mama
      Eric Clapton – They’re Red Hot
      Rambling Jack Elliott & Derroll Adams – Talking Blues
      The Youngbloods – She Caught the Katy
      Lonnie Donovan – Cumberland Gap
      The list goes on and on. I don’t know who to attribute it to.

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