Ramzi Suleiman
Ave Maria
Aaaaaave Mareeeeiaaaaa
Aaaaaave Mareeeeiaaaaa
She sings into a sizzling night.
It is the end of July
And the legendry Céline Dion
Is in the Colosseum,
Caesars Place, Las Vegas,
where she performs almost everyday
with her heavenly voice,
for she has signed a three-years extendable contract.
Now the music ends
the crowd is in fervor
they whistle and bark and howl
in one chorus
like a pack of coyotes.
Meanwhile
the holy spirit is in a sneaky retreat
collecting the lower notes,
which have stuck, here and there
some in the hall, somein the balcony,
she slips through the back door,
for the front door is packed,
with flesh and silver
gold and diamonds
fancy clothes, shoes,
millions worth of jewelry
and plastic surgery
all stumble hastily
to circle round the roulettes
that are stationed downstairs.
In the gambling hall.
The hall is far from empty
for many have stayed.
With trembling fingers,
They shove their quarters
In the holes of quirky machines.
Some did not hear about Céline,
While others heard,
But they all had to leave some spare money
for their “Grey Hound” trips back home.