Herbert Salisbury walks into the arena to sweep the floor, when he sees the center of it is lit up by the surrounding lights. Grabbing the handle of the mop, he puts it up to his mouth like a microphone on a stand, and strikes a pose reminiscent of Elvis Presley, saying, “Thank you. Thank you very much. You’ve been a wonderful audience.”
He wraps his hands around the neck of the mop, and glides across the floor, signing, “I found my thrill, on blue berry hill. You ain’t nothing but a hound dog…crying all the time. Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit and you ain’t no friend of mine.”
Standing up straight, he examines the mop, shakes it, and then glides it across the floor.
Striking another Elvis pose, he talks again to his imaginary audience. “Ladies and gentlemen. I’m going to do something a little bit unconventional of a rock and roll singer. I’d like to recite a poem for you tonight of my very own creation. Late at night when I gaze up at the stars, I’m surround by the magnitude of the heavens, while in the background of natures blanket of darkness, the crickets sing their lullaby to man.”
He holds his hand out in front of him, and takes a bow.
Holding the mop handle up close to his mouth, he pantomimes a gesture like he’s getting ready to sing. He then holds the mop like he’s holding a guitar, and strums his imaginary chords while skidding across the floor like the eighties rock band members of the group Poison. He tosses the mop aside while squatting on the floor. Grabbing the mop again, he holds it like a guitar, rocking back and forth.
Taking a bow, he the end of the mop handle up to his mouth, saying, “Thank you. Thank you very much. You’ve been a beautiful audience. Good night ladies and gentlemen,” and he walks out of the arena.
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2015