Cheroot burning lazily on the ashtray,
room filled with lamplight and talk,
a ******* the stage, potent with rage.
She was singing I think
I just wanted to drink and forget but the
way that she got to me,to forget
I would have needed a full frontal
lobotomy,and so I listened with one ear
on the wine,lit another cheroot and time stood
in the corner watching the night outline the
******* the stage,
The ashtray was full as the dawn pulled me away,
two cheroots left for today,
which was cool
one for her and
one for the fool.