St. Louis Woman
In a warm-lit St. Louis night
You drew me into a flame.
Monday at BB's
Your loose-knit top
Stares me in the face:
White-velvet
In a black-silk cage.
I call for Monk and a tango,
Catherine D. Snow
Comes up fast—
You're hot, girlie!
On an afternoon of morning,
The dark is rising.
Here is your card,
You drew me into a flame.
Monday at BB's
Your loose-knit top
Stares me in the face:
White-velvet
In a black-silk cage.
I call for Monk and a tango,
Catherine D. Snow
Comes up fast—
You're hot, girlie!
On an afternoon of morning,
The dark is rising.
Here is your card,
Do you feel it?
The Second Child.
He is the reason.
You’re tired.
They’re here,
It won’t be long.
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