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By Jack Joseph Smith

I was dancing with his sweetheart in a West Virginia town? At Melody Manor, and it burned down. A slip up from the Monagahlia. Fairmont where Jerry West who could spin got hit across the face with an old long neck? Dancing in a brown haired brown eyed dream. Soft. Dear God soft; can you ever lie down. An impossibility just standing with the sweetness? Roxann, Roxann; her name. Down through family, Roxann? They hit him bad. Forget it. A coal miner finished the other side. And his name was John. Big John? Rock and roll and a lonly round stage. Filled like jumping beans. Crazy from the rolling tons. The rails with some brass tops spun. Maybe eight, maybe ten, maybe twelve. Ceiling bound of course the building or the motion stopped? Let me introduce myself diving off a balcony? Shit, picking on a guy with a suit and tie, even though it wasn't Hot Rod Hunly? ui

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This page mixes dance-hall memory, sports lore, and working-class swagger into a single unstable scene of youth and performance.

The voice is already expansive and cinematic. Roxann, Jerry West, coal, stage light, and violence all circulate through the same memory field.

Claude

Melody Manor burning down, Jerry West hit with a long-neck, Roxann dancing brown-haired and brown-eyed, Big John the coal miner, the diver off the balcony picking on the suited guy even though it wasn't Hot Rod Hunly — Fairmont W.Va. in a single breath.