It is raining today
and all I have is
a  broken cup and Carlotta.
And with luck like that
my dear,
everything is better.
Bitter coffee in my cup
sweetened by her laughter.
And the cigarette I
share with her lips.
This is my lottery, my friend.
My *** of gold,
her shy amber lashes
and rainy mornings.
when she says she loves me.
With luck like that
my dear,
I'm the richest of all, you see.