DAME ON A HOT ROOF.

A WOMAN SUNBATHES ON A ROOF.

Each day (except
Wet days) she’s out
There sitting on

The flat roof in
Her bikini
Looking out at

The city and
Smoking and each
Day she has this

Air of some hot
Goddess over
Looking the mere

Mortals who pass
By below her.
You’ve met her a

Few times on the
Stairs as she goes
Up to her small

Apartment clothed
In a red dress
That’s short enough

To see the top
Of her thighs and
Swaying a*s that

Melts your dull dreams.
Some days she walks
Alone, but on

Other days she’s
With some guy who
Looks like Bogart

Right down to the
Eyes and hanging
Cigarette in

Between his lips.
This morning she
Sits there in her

Dark bikini
Gazing out at
The city while

Dragging away
Slowly on the
Cigarette, a

Cigarette pack
By her sweet a*s,
Her hair freshly

Showered, her fine
Figure to die
For, but there is

No Bogart, just
Her and the smoke
And the city

Below and you
Watching, wishing,
Hoping she’ll turn

Towards you and
Wave or give a
Single middle

Finger sign just
To let you know
She has seen you spy

Beneath the big
Blue city’s sky;
But she doesn’t,
























She just looks out,
Oblivious
To you or your

Fate or dreams or
Deep held wishes
Or even that you

Stare; she just sits
And smokes and has
Her dreams and loves

And thoughts and her
Sunshine days, not
Caring at all

If you are there
Or if you gaze.

Reviews

[just rose.]

ah, men. so perplexingly visual, so superficially stimulated, so easy to tease. the best part of this is her indifference - but the secret is, she knows you're there; but she's not going to give you the satisfaction of knowing that she knows. love the last two stanzas.

[Ed Hart]

for all your life, the girl on the beach will be just out of reach...and if you do get one, well, she won't do, because there's that other one over there sitting on the roof, smoking a cigarette, and not seeing you, again...great poem