Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey

Scrambled eggs and whiskey
in the false-dawn light. Chicago,
a sweet town, bleak, God knows,
but sweet. Sometimes. And
weren't we fine tonight?
When Hank set up that limping
treble roll behind me
my horn just growled and I
thought my heart would burst.
And Brad M. pressing with the
soft stick, and Joe-Anne
singing low. Here we are now
in the White Tower, leaning
on one another, too tired
to go home. But don't say a word,
don't tell a soul, they wouldn't
understand, they couldn't, never
in a million years, how fine,
howmagnificent we were
in that old club tonight.

-Hayden Carruth

to the universe

thank you

i have a dream

if you had to pick a DREAM TEAM of SF queer / queer friendly spoken word talent, both known and unknown

who would on it?

I'll screen the comments so no one feels hurt or left out

don't forget...

Hey Hepcats & Kittens

You know what's coming...

Friday, the end of the week, the last day of work, the beginning of a 48 hour shore leave from the shackles of your day job, time for fun, frolicking and of course the QUEER OPEN MIC.

Me and Sherilyn Connelly will be hanging out at the $3 Bill Cafe just waiting to be blown away by YOU those groovy open mic-ers. Come get rowdy, raunchy and downright silly.

Ray Ferrer is featuring and if you haven't heard him before, now is your chance to laugh your bellies painful!

It's gonna be some kind of wonderful. See you there and let's rawk it out!

$3 Bill is at 1800 Market in the LGBT Center. They are a real cafe, with food, coffee, wine and beer, good times! Sign up for the open mic begins at 7:30 and the show kicks off at 8pm sharparific.

xo
Cindy aka the Dean Martin of Queer Open Mics