Maybe it was her ruby lips
Staring at walls with glowing eyes
Caught off guard in a full surprise
Through a long straw we watched her sip
Cognac
While she swayed her hips
To music via saxophone
Cracking a Picasso smile
Drifting near the sandy Nile
Quite contrary to one alone
Dropping
Stale breadsticks like dog bones
To all those animals in heat
Encroaching nearer her barstool
Retrieving fossils in a drool
Almost confiscating the seat
As
She disappeared to ghost street.
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