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?"
..
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