Oxford Tavern: Total Exposure.(Poem)

 
OXFORD TAVERN: TOTAL EXPOSURE 
 
   It was a large pub, ugly and taciturn; 
   it was in a boring and gloomy suburb 
   like any suburban pub, 
   until the metallic music 
   (from the century just finished) exploded, 
   and in the blink of a spotlight, 
   she emerged as if in a miracle: 
   low-cut neck, fishnets, high heels 
   and a white hat like the wings of an archangel. 
   And the billiard players, the poker players 
   and the drinkers shoved closer to the bar 
   to scream and shout in unknown dialects, 
   to applaud and murmur and wolf-whistle 
   while she prowled, through the air and ...