Dancing as smoke effortlessly, filling the form of corporal air, moves to capture,  exotic as being, imagined, she could have been so fair.

As spirit for a heavenly moment, as melody, visions of her seem to be. Was she once a tribal tent dancer, a princess of desert seas; was she the most beautiful women of some century. Was she adored by many, did she get to love some special one. Were wars fought and did kingdoms pay for the passion she could bring a man's way. Was she a great queen, the chosen wife of an ancient empire, or the goddess of Egypt in her day?

Perhaps it was she who had worked there, this smoky cafe,  from early before, her presence still realized, each time her music plays.