I got an email yesterday saying that a friend of mine died. It had been a really long time since I've seen her, and I have to admit, we didn't know each other all that well, but we were both part of the same poetry group that met every Thursday night in L.A., Poet's Jazz House. We called her Nikki One, and apparently, there was a Nikki 2, but I don't think I ever met her.
She was great; she was kind of the M.C., getting the event going and introducing each of the poets before they went up. She even made up a song to get everyone to quiet down based on Kate Vido's "The Way I Are/The Do Do Song:
Do do do do,
Do do do do,
Do do do do,
Do do do do.
Do do do do,
Do do do do,
Do do do do,
Do do do do.
I am standing on the stage,
And I need your full attention,
No more talking,
Papers rattling,
Other things I shall not mention,
And if your cell phone happens to ring,
Don't say, "HELLO!"
There's refreshments at the back,
And leave some money at the door.
Do do do do,
Do do do do,
Do do do do,
Do do do do.
Do do do do,
Do do do do,
Do do do do,
Do do do do.
I'll miss you, Nikki. I wish I'd gotten to know you better.
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