The maharani
The maharani sat on her throne
and smoked
as the musicans who had gathered
for the evening jam at A High Note
began to play
Several drummers set the rhythm,
a Japanese girl got up and began to dance
and soon the maharani
was dancing too
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She looks strong
She’s amazing
She’s cool
She dances well
What a woman
I wonder what she was smoking
She’s got a twinkle in her eyes
She looks about the same age as my grandmother
She might be a great-grandmother
These thoughts and more
wandered around the room,
as the maharani danced with abandon
and the rhythm changed and flowed
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