Smoke Crooner Vegas Piano Bar
Smoke Vegas
Ladies and Gentlemen
Hit it again Sam
Tickle that Ivory Joanna
Black velvet tuxedo suit
Tanned Brown Chesterfield Leather Booths
Polished studs out
Crooner poised spitting on the end of a Stainless Microphone
Either hand holding a smoking cigarette
And tumbler of Burbon Whiskey on the rocks
Dames in 1000 Dollar Frocks
Drenched in Diamond's and furs
Mistresses not wife's
Straight City Life
Bright Light's
New York City
Big Apple
No Sleep
Room's upstairs
Illicit affairs
He who dares
Them were the day's
Manhattan to Vegas
Stranger's Broadway Night's
Hollywood Stars
Town Cars
Red Carpets
The Golden age of Song and Stage
Old Blue Eyes
Frank Sinatra
Slow dancing with your Partner
Pressing up close and personal against her
Holding hands
Wishing the music would never stop
Times were simpler way back then
When girls were young ladies
At had to be home by Ten
And Marriage proceeded having babies
And young men wore suits
How i yearn for the crackle of a needle on an old record player
But that was all our yesterday's
And as the story goes
Not this old story again Grandad
Move on those times are gone
Put a C.D on
And don't you know you are not allowed
To smoke indoors
You may survived and fought in World Wars
But we are the snowflake righteous generation
So far above our station
You just can't tell if am talking through
My mouth or my bum
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2019
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