As the smooth bluesy tones emanate from the classily dressed goat-man's cello, the cigar in the tray burns shorter, the brandy in the glass half empty. It was a quiet night for the posh speakeasy, the piano man played to only a handful, Samson the colorblind saxophonist in his one purple / one green boots plays facing the back wall where there is no one. He's regular blind too. I finished the rest of my glass as the fish-waiter tried to pour me more with a gesture of his oddly human arms. I declined and was about to leave when the Lady In Red walked through the door. draped around her neck was a small boy with polio, an elegant winter fashion. Everyone on the place stopped to look, of course except for Samson. Samson is homosexual. Also because he is blind. The Lady In Red danced as the leaves in the wind to the sultry voice of the piano man.
"Open the door, get on the floor, everybody do the dinosaur"
She moved in majestic movements, doing The Dinosaur to perfection. She mimicked the tail swing of the mighty Stegosaurus, and the head bob of a Tyrannosaurus over a fresh kill. Something about her movements possessed me to approach her and do the dance of my people. So I punched her square in the face because I'm Italian.
With it's witty humor and a classic allusion to "Everybody walk the dinosaur", "Monday, September 15 - Goat Man on a Cello" is a well written story about a goat in a noir style world. With his cigar and smooth jazz, the feel of the 1940's kicks in while also managing to bring in the modern world, with the songs it plays. However, it was not without it's flaws. The description for the women dancing was only brief, as over fifteen pages should have been written for accuracy of the dance. This way of writing it, on the other hand, is a more brief, yet easier read piece.
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