Finding Eidothea

The Redhead Piano Bar - Chicago, 2010

Ma Chere Madame G,

The night moves without me now.
Its Wednesday May 20th, 1:00am.

It’s the fourth night that I am sleepless thinking of all that music.
And its not anymore the music of that man who came unexpectedly one night at your corridors asking for me. I am talking about the music of that man with the blue hat. How can I treasure all those rhythmic touches he offered me without feeling the need for more?

Come take care of me Madame. Will you?
I need a touch.

He had a blue suit on, a white shirt with the initials R.T., a red scarf and his blue hat. He placed his left arm around my waist and told me, “Doll, you must be from far away. We don’t have women of your skin often around here. Go put some music on the jukebox for us now. Play, Lou Rawls’ Nobody But Me for me Doll and come here to move and sweat feeling my blues."

“Tell me you Love Nobody but Me Doll.”
“I love Nobody But You tonight” I replied.

“Will you give me all your love Mama?”
I didn’t reply. The music kept playing while our drinks left alone at the bar, were silently finding comfort among the icy razor sharp touch of the cubes.

“Dance with me angel.”
Don’t call me angel I said and removed furiously his rough hands from my waist. “Don’t get upset now with me. Be soft.Does it make you feel guilty when I call you Angel, Angel?" I didnt reply.

The night moves with me now. And I know well that I am not an angel after all. I am at the Redhead Piano Bar looking for someone like him to call me an Angel again.

I want that guilt back soon.

Bisous Madame G.
Sandrine X.

Kingston Mines Blues Bar, Chicago 2010