The Juke Joint

Jeneice Inez Menzies
(7/11/01)

The table by the window is yours.
Have a seat
browned sweet,
my mahogany paramour.
"What's on the menu?" you say,
No...what's your desire.
Pardon:
your thoughts.
Minute:
the invigorating scent afar.
Sound:
the twitching of my hips arising:
MARVIN GAYE'S HEALIN'
JUKE BOX KILLIN'...
I recommend the special of the day:
none other than this love serenade.
Marinated and simmered,
toasted with the heat between my legs. A chowder sweet
gumbo, rice and beans. Diamonds:
my seeds
Two legs:
fried chicken.
Twisted and tied across your back, ecstatically.
The electric slide, wilding out;
and I dance on your manual transmission, switching gears
in your mint green Cadillac.
And the rock in your hand hardens and glows,
and lightning strikes...jolts of fire:
LIONEL RICHIE
and you got me dancing on the CEILING
JUKE BOX KILLIN'
I produce wine from these vines
And squeeze oranges, ripening my colors, and spread it
overcasting the sky.
you want seconds?
Count to ten, and I'm ready again.
The Juke Joint's right on now ain't it?
ROUND II: Ali's knock out
I'm fly.
And I sting like a bee.
Right and left jab and groove, you CAN'T move;
it's cushioned and smooth,
expanded tight inside my space.
And I drip from your eyes, saucy and spicy.
I drool from your lips,
Shit, it's raining in the Juke Joint boy, don't you feel it?
desire and dreams:
Falling from a high cliff, I hit my head on my chest when I land,
and I live
and continue to lust your round and round motion, cheating death once more.
Round III
The dessert, ultimately.
And the main course was arousing,
But I ain't quite through yet;
The Juke Box got just a few more tunes left to play.
Didn't you know the sweetness?
Didn't you love my taste?
I taste of fancy strawberries,
Sitting on top of shortcake,
Posing for a magazine...or recipe cards;
We lay like mirrors in the Juke Joint,
Watching OUR spirits,
Fire red, and rising again.
Hurricane winds; waving the sky.
Tornado; moving the Earth with my tongue.
You and Me,
At the same time, FLOWERING MAGIC!
ARETHA FRANKLIN Giving you SuMtHiN'
I Got YOU Feeling...
The Funk of melodramatic sex:
Kool and the Gang
High like Rick James with MARY JANE GIRLS
'All...NiGhT...LoNg' climb up on the roof; then you spent all yo' mo-ney, ho-ney.
And I'm James BROWN, feeling so Good,
when you scalloped my soul, 'I KNEW THAT I WOULD, now'
And Last night's Jeweled Stars
are the Flash of the morning Sun;
Quilting Naked flesh,
and Sprinkling pure Rays.
Warm Beats of Stillness,
The Juke Box is killin' Us.
Then You Stand there Like an Exhibit, at the Door,
As you pass on, SATISFIED.
Sculpted
with the tips of my FingeRs
Come Again?
and You Smile.
We made reservations...
'Your word is bond'.
and we STRUGGLED...
Good
Bye.

©2001 by Jeneice Inez Menzies

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Jeneice Inez Menzies is twenty years old and admires Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni, and Alice Walker. She dreams of being as good as them someday. She hopes that everyone who reads The Juke Joint will enjoy reading it as much as she did writing it.