One More Job
Going through a dresser draw, when it came into view.
Somewhat crumpled black and white of me kissing you.
You had on a poodle dress and your new saddle shoes.
Blouse was such a perfect fit, just the one I'd choose.
I sat myself upon the bed, the photo in my hand.
Let my thoughts drift back in time, it was grand.
Tight pegged pants, black leather jacket, DA hair.
My Zippo lit my cigarette, smoke drift filled the air.
The forty-fives were spinning, Elvis singing the song.
May have been a Hound Dog nothing could go wrong.
Dancing in the dark, doing stroll, lindy, cha cha, sloop.
My heartbeat dances to the sound, music never stop.
Lights are off, room is dark, you light up my thought.
What happened long time ago memory has brought.
So I look at the photo one last time, sigh then sob.
Cigarette now finished, for the Zippo one more job.
“My heartbeat dances to the sound”
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