Downtown Train by Tom Waits

Outside another yellow moon
Has punched a hole in the night-time mist
I climb through the window and down to the street
I’m shining like a new dime
The downtown trains are full with all of those Brooklyn girls
They try so hard to break out of their little worlds

Well you wave your hand and they scatter like crows
They have nothing that will ever capture your heart
They’re just thorns without the rose
Be careful of them in the dark
Oh, if I was the one you chose to be your only one
Oh baby can’t you hear me now, can’t you hear me now?

Will I see you tonight on a downtown train?
Every night it’s just the same, you leave me lonely now

I know your window and I know it’s late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by the light at the four-way
You watch them as they fall, oh baby, they all have heart attacks
They stay at the carnival, but they’ll never win you back

Will I see you tonight on a downtown train?
Where every night, every night it’s just the same, oh baby
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
All of my dreams they fall like rain, oh baby on a downtown train

Will I see you tonight on a downtown train?
Where every night, every night it’s just the same, oh baby
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train?
All of my dreams just fall like rain, all on a downtown train
All on a downtown train, all on a downtown train
All on a downtown train, a downtown train

One of the loveliest #dirtypromts we received was from our wonderful door girl Piper. Her saucy photo inspired lovely stories from all of the Dirty Boys. (You can find @quickienewyork’s here and @daisysanger’s here and @gibsongrand’s here)

It is a crime and there has never been a girl that made me feel more guilty.

As we pass her around, like a party favor, I am predatory and protective all at once. I have to remind myself of many things, that she is not actually a little girl, that she is as smart as she is gorgeous, that she loves being a doll as much as we love dressing her up and playing with her.

She beams like sunshine on our laps though and makes us forget half the things we’re trying to member. She flits from lip to lip with hummingbird aplomb.

Always the first to step out of her party dress and always the last to stop washing our whiskey stained glasses when the nights end.

She is our perfect Piper and as strange as it sounds, I feel blessed every time I get a dirty picture from her.

The Shaving Lesson

The Shaving Lesson - Short Story from the Dirty Boys Reading

To meet the husband of you lover is a strange thing. To realize he was flirting with you was quite another. Henry, poked at his eggs and smiled nervously as Adam and Kay whispered to each other, both pairs of their pretty eyes sparkling at him as they conspired.

Henry squirmed under their eyes and attention. The whole thing wasn’t going the way he had planned at all. He had expected brunch to be…

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Putting Things Together

Here is one of the pieces I read last night at The Dirty Boys reading. Again, it was such a lovely evening. I’m still swooning over the audience and the emcee and my fellow readers and that hot door girl.

Putting Things Together

She promised not to smoke if I just came over. When I got there, she stank of mouthwash and she didn’t know what to do with her hands.

You could always tell the state of Amanda’s life by the state of her lips. As she moved in to kiss my cheek, I saw that that those absurdly plump lips were bitten, chapped, and raw.

"I broke up with him," she said, walking to the window as I sat on the broken futon.

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What can I say abut last night?

I found myself worrying about how long we were going. Two hours turned into more like three, but the audience stayed with us and stayed after to have some wonderful mingling and canoodling.

I can’t thank our emcee enough, the fabulous Ms Dorothy Darker, who was personable and naughty and hilarious. And our delightful door girl, in her illegal outfit, who welcomed all and sat as blushing muse through our prompt stories. And of course my wonderful co-readers, Gibson Grand, Daisy Danger, and Guy New York.

It was our largest crowd and our smoothest show. The drinks and words flowed and I couldn’t have been happier with the evening.

And indeed, there were some rather titillating diversions and perversions afterwards. Fodder for more stories, absolutely. Like the new friends who slipped snakelike out of her tiny dress only to have her date kindly ask me if I would give her 25 birthday spanks. And one for good luck, obviously.

New friends and old chatted and kissed and put on shows of their own.

By midnight I was in heaven.

And now I yawn and stretch, realizing I didn’t drink any liquor, but I still have a hangover of sorts.

But I took the day off to recover and I hope all those I saw and kissed and spanked and tied up and so on all have a wonderful Monday and I thank each and every one of them for helping to make the night a wonderful blushing biting tipsy success.