She doesn't belong here buried in smoke-
Exhaled by men whose times have passed-
It fills the air with memories of the past
Mixed with a ***** blast of sorrow from the ones who always
Leave last.

Her slender serpentine legs sway to our jukebox
Holding 4 quarters, more than Penny thinks she's worth
And slides them inside while eyes begin to search...

A song begins to play, something I have never heard-
It's always Piano Man, some sad outlaw wailing, or a sappy
Love song...
This had a beat, a rhythm to take my heart out of sync.

I witness a silhouette through the Marlboro haze,
Swinging,
A spectre;
Is she coming to take me?

No...she looks so inviting, copper curls highlighting smoky cat eyes Peering southward to an hourglass figure defying the sands of time.

I can only watch and question if I'm dead though I'm alive as I sit
With my tumbler of wine unconventional, I know...
But maybe it's a sign of things to come,
A reminder of life reinventing,
Not done,
A Penny heads up for good luck.