Top Hat

She tipped her top hat, lit a cigarette, inhaled a drag and began to think. He walked in,slid a dime in the jukebox and ordered a drink... Two lost souls entwined in a glass, one with rythm, one with sass... two lost souls amongst a mass they know what each is thinking ..both sat silent, both sat drinking... He smiled offered a wink as she replied "please stay away, I can't take it, not today..." "Kind of rough and rocky?" he sighed "I want to be alone!"she lied... As the music began to tickle her skin "where shall I begin?" ..