I asked a girl on a train if I could take her picture.
She said yes.
It was a beautiful shot in black and white,
with defined shadows and cropped edges.
“Do you like to dance?”, she asked.
“Yes, but only 70’s disco”.
“What about house music, it’s similar to disco?”
And then we spoke about the London music scene
and how it differed to Paris and Munich,
the people, the venues,
and the late-night food-stands after the clubs had closed.
“In London, we have Fish and Chips”.
She smiled again.
“There’s a drum and bass party in Old Street tonight.
Will you dance with me, and I’ll cook breakfast tomorrow.”
“Only if I can do the dishes,” I said.
Her name was Charlotte,
and she came from Washington, D.C.
She was a journalist and had a beautiful chest.
I took her number, but never called her –
No battery.

Written by Jack Brewis