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By Jack Joseph Smith
acknowledgement of a money maker, while the after-
pain was most always about what never got said.
Now his eyes were far away and faded. Tonight
he had an engagement to sing at a fallen bar
bought for a young lady by a movie star
with death in his nearly last eyes.
The star's death had closed an era of at
least a small circle; and the young lady was
not so young anymore even in her mind or ways.
Jiven Joe would break his engagement, and in-
stead hussle some stuff for a different type of
salesmenship; For he knew that anyone can die
from making a mistake; but he could control the
existence of his never being in prison again.
Picking up to his stride, Jaugeline had wound
through the curves of Brentwood's Sunset Bulvd.
The Madrone and E. were like flakes of treed re-
asonableness at the end of a world centered at
the strip, limbed through the plateau's of Bev-
eraly Hills; branched trimmed by men upon the
elite American Spanish riser canyon's, and dead
dying as twigs a thousand yards before the cliffs
by Safeway stores and patronage unlimited.
The motion of them walking down to the Santa
Monica bars had been carefree. There had been
waves and the offer of rides; but to one another
they were certainly cleaned from cars. Passing