One New York Night At Radio City Music Hall...
Tap tap, tapping 'cross the stained parguet,
the opening act, some new chisled face,
like Sinatra's last gig at The Music Hall,
goer's flailing in their west-side seats,
like St.Vitus for the best frontal view.
Snap, snap, snapping....ceiling lights dim softly,
reflecting hues of orchid, mauve and thistle,
stagefloor spotlights spew a multitude of shimmer;
such presence...an ineffable tight cast of feline beauty;
'The Rockettes' kicking up the City that never sleeps!
Clap, clap, clapping...the show comes to its climax..finale
stand up and shout, 'Here! Here! ... beckon your'Encore'!
These ladies own historical appeal; grab your camera
Can-Can not keep my eye's off a prime of thighs so ripe;
a Kodak moment in time...flash, prance, and.....
say, WHAT? ! ....You lost the camera between whose legs?
©Frank James Ryan, Jr./FjR
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