She Waits For Her Man Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

SHE WAS YOUNG AND BOLD
BUT SO BEAUTIFUL
STANDING IN THE COLD
WAITING FOR HER RIDE
WITH HER GUCCI BAG AT HER SIDE
AND HER DIAMOND RINGS
THAT GLITTERING UP THE NIGHT
WHILE SHE CLOSES HER FUR COAT TIGHT
AND STANDING UNDER THE STARS
THAT SHINE SO BRIGHT
ALONG THE THE MOON LIGHT
NOW THE COOL BREEZE
WHISTLING HER HAIR
AS SHE WAITS FOR HIM TO ARRIVE HERE
IN HIS RED FERRARI
NOW HERE HE COMES
WITH THE TOP DOWN
AS SHE GET IN BUT FIRST HE
WANTS EVERYONE TO KNOW HE AROUND
TO CHECK OUT HIS FANCY CAR
THAN SHE GET IN LETTING HER HAIR DOWN
AND OFF THEY GO IN THE NIGHT
DOWN TO LOVERS TOWN