Pearls in the night Or is that her coal black dress She eases through a door, and the joint transforms, yeah Whatever this place was before, ain’t quite the same, no Her atmosphere draws a thick aural blend Billie Holiday, Nina Simone, Johnny Mercer The ghosts of Flannery O’Connor, Tennessee Williams, William Faulkner Swirl around her every step The walls now whisper... Prohibition Speakeasy And yeah, the Great Depression The Great Inspiration Every chair In this dimly lit place Hopes she’ll come their way But she strolls up on stage The microphone languishes, alone, Until her breath approaches Sultry Timeless The Siren of the South Creator of an emergence: J a z z i c a n a Old school jazz…American roots…organic compositions…revealing stories of vintage soul... And as she begins to croon... The whole room becomes Her top-shelf juke joint Haunted Southern Dark Classy She takes no prisoners With her... Silky dress Dangerous heels Glistening pearls A shot of bourbon and upright bass at her side As she sways And the room swings