Tanqueray, lime and ice
cigarette smoke in the sunset
Sitting on the back steps
blue cotton dress hiked up her thighs
sweating for a cool breeze.
The jazz gets in her head;
she wonders if he'll be by tonight.
Thin white feet, bare and dusty
(best ankles in two counties),
follow the sax
low and hot.
Makes her want to slip under a man
or swim in an ocean
of warm wet silk
to a cool shore.
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