Author Archive | Ralph H. Wilson

Dolores and Eddie

Dolores and Eddie, perpetually slumped on a steamer trunk The Gaiety Dance Team is on the skids again Lost in Vaudeville’s faint and lonely echo Eddie’s running through the act in his mind, tinkering, scheming Fingering the old-soft-shoe sand in his pants pocket Dolores stares, red-eyed, at the platform floor Her tiny purse is empty […]

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