Chicago blues woman

“I’m a womaaaann” (yeah, yeah)
she stout,
poured into black pants
and a spotlight.

Small stage, growing smaller,

“I’m a womannnnn” (yeah yeah)

and the last syllable
has the same timbre,
of her hair toss
and her thighs still shaking
after a stomp.

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