LOUIS PRIMA IN VEGAS

Las Vegas, that is. Prima style.

And he is clutching Keely Smith, a beauty
to his breast and her eyes roll towards

the ceiling, the photographer snaps
the photograph: SNAP

and forever it is forever an album cover

a very good one, although Lord
Jesus only knows what it sounds like

inside–I certainly do not.
But I do know one thing:

After the camera went
SNAP, Louis Prima let her go

and she walked away

perhaps to the Sahara

for a very early breakfast

and a cigarette

her eyes no longer rolling

towards the heavens or really

anywhere, and darkness covered

the earth that night until

later that

same morning