Tap, tap on top

Folder: 
All and nothing

It was a night,

Of long stemmed glasses,

Clinking smiles,

And devilish eyes,

Trumpets and trombones,

A forest of velvet dancing,

Cheek on chest,

With a pinstripe suit,

Stapled in the smell of stale tobacco,

Carried in a slimline cigarette case.

View coffeepot's Full Portfolio
tags: