Bilo Broadway by Ciara Burke
It ‘aint broadway darlin’ but it’s got the glitter.’ Winding fingers through sweaty locks, wrapped up in a sensual southern breeze. A heart left on a 4 by 4 stage, a broken box with nail polish bearing our hearts. ‘Musicel’ Bilo couldn’t spell and we thought we’d spare his feelings; After all he was only 2 broken hearts older than me…a virgin to the snow. And when I left it all behind to go away to far-away he didn’t really mind. He doesn’t really think much of bright lights and tiki bar blues, broken music from the back of a cabaret bar, through the glint of my martini. No, no I got my catchy tunes and my Rum and coca cola, my rhythm and Blues and my too-high, too-hard too-hot heart. A little bit of glamour and glitter that’s all I every really wanted; straight out of my magenta pick up truck Bilo’s promises choking me, lying in tangles around my pale as ice neck. ’Girls just wanna have fu-un’ pumping through the stereo, wiping puddles of stale beer from the counter top. Sure as hell aint Broadway Bilo, but we got our glitter.