The girl
with Lauren Bacall looks
has style

and knows
how to play
her tune.

She moves
towards me -
a slow,
deliberate
walk
and asks for a light.

I look at her
looking at me
while lighting her cigarette.

Then she’s gone,
leaving
traces of perfume
dancing in the air.

I watch
the rhythm
of her hips
until

she stops,
turns
and gives me
one more chance

but I can’t whistle.

 

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