Moonglow In Shanghai, China
Shanghai, China
Nanjing Road The Japanese boss had one of his henchmen call their waiter over and he sent up a request for Moonglow. Fine with me. I love Moonglow. The band leader bowed to the boss. The boss gave a little smile and a wave with his stick. The band slid in to Moonglow and did a pretty good job. It was 1955 all over again to the point that I could imagine dancing with Kim. Sure, it wasn’t a Kansas evening but Kim smelled of Joy and looked great. I have such an imagination.
Then the boss sent up another request for Moonglow. And they played it again. I lead Kim on to the floor. The boss was on a roll and sent up yet one more request, for, you guessed it, Moonglow. Now Kim was beginning to look familiar. And you know what that breeds but we gave it one more whirl. The boss sent up more money. The band played Moonglow again. My imagination had Kim looking fatigued. I know I was beat. As much as I liked dancing to Moonglow, I was wishing the sun would come up and the damn moon would set. Then the boss did it again. And that did it for me. I grabbed my wife, erased Kim from my mind and we got out of there but not quite quick enough. The strains of Moonglow followed us out in to the lobby.
Now, as Carly Simon sings Moonglow I try to imagine Kim, but the boss and his henchmen take her place. I wonder if the boss can dance.