Dinah Washington (August 29, 1924 – December 14, 1963)
Smoke filled her words. Fog filled rooms. Gentlemen swayed to the melody. Barbie dolls on their knees. The Dutch Princess Wilhelmina published. “Lonely, but not alone”. And Dinah could feel the thump thump of the base line. Every time something is lost. Something else is found.
Automobiles waited at the curb. Filling the air with song. And the taxis moved. Randomly through the avenues. Carbon monoxide is such a sweet drink. In the late afternoon. The beautiful negro singer. Is it pain she feels? Or is it part of the show?
Dinah loved to wear mink. She loved to sing in the pouring rain. A couple of 45-caliber pistols in her purse. Drove in expensive cars. Sang from the heart. Sang from the gutter. Ladies and gentleman, I am an evil gal. I have been married 8 times. Who would have…
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