127 Hasham Street

dancing to the music in her head
she was the quintessential artist

Debussy and Ravel watched her
as she twirled around in perfect circles

her fine laced shoes with flattened toe
she could stand ***** or point

the direction of the flow of her beauty
her long black hair flowing gently

her painted lips so red so bright
I could sit and watch all night

she performed every single night
in front of the 2nd story picture window

I could sit on my deck slowly drinking
a nice glass of the finest drambuie

rolling a fine Cuban cigar under my nose
never lighting just breathing

listening to the music play and
watching the angel at 127 Hasham Street  

Gomer LePoet ...