Boogie Man ~ Camilla Basham

Boogie Man Camilla Basham

Just hanging with Jack; thinks he’s Dean Moriarty; dressed all in black; sipping a brew in a smoke filled room; rolling the dice; hoping it lands on a seven; rolling up to the bar; hoping he lands on a babe. He breaks out his moves; she’s hot and blonde. I’m straining to see them through the fog of smoke Can’t tell if he’s making progress. Just then, man, she lifts her tiny manicured hand and smacks him across the face. I almost spit up my beer. And there he comes Sauntering back to the table with a sheepish grin on his face. He puts out his cigarette; runs his hand through his hair and exclaims, “This place is a dive. Let’s boogie, man.” Look at him. Even with the hand mark from some hot blonde embedded on his face He still thinks he’s Dean Moriarty.