Shades Of Bogey Poem by Francie Lynch

Late last night
A spectral fog
Billowed off the lake,
Came clouding down my street.
I thought to grab
My feathered fedora,
And stand, leaning
Under the yellow street light
With hat pulled down
To my brows.
I'd light an unfiltered cigarette,
Fanning the match far too long,
And with the first pull
Blow smoke streaming out
My nostrils.
As I spoke, each word
Is punctuated with blue vapor:
'A cliche, ' I'd say,
'Is worth a thousand words.'