Coco - Poem by Harlan Lovestone
Coco wears a rag upon her hip
Lurid eyes giving way to lose money
Coco they say, ' I’d like to marry you someday.'
But she knows better
Age tells her otherwise
Wisdom points toward her mirror
The lost decadence of her youth
Wasted years with merchants and back alley wanders
Dollface your Charleston is over
Yet you dance so divinely
A repetition of thoughts
And odor of Havana cigar
You couldn’t remake this act if it were a movie
Even if it’s all just a show.
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