I heard I might find a poet here

I was just sitting there writing when I saw her stroll in, 

I wasn’t alone, all eyes followed those curves sashaying

as if she owned the place and maybe she did. . .

if a heart can skip a beat, mine did a somersault.

 

Obviously cut from a finer cloth

than these eight-dollar trousers ever found in their pockets,

the fit much better too, a warm hug on a cold December day

lingering in the moment

 

She sat down at the crescent shaped bar,

ordered a martini, dirty, pulled a crisp twenty from her clutch

and brushed a few stray brunette hairs from her face,

the mirror behind the bar happily reflecting her beauty

 

Raising the drink to her ruby red lips

I found myself wishing I were that glass,

smeared in her favorite shade, kissed by a sighing sip,

caressed by porcelain fingers wiping sweat from a glistening neck

 

A jewel in this dingy joint, shimmering in the dusty haze,

breathing some class into this oblong shadow

that had seen better days, but none like this, like her.

She was out of place like fine wine in a shot glass . . . but didn’t seem to care

 

She lifted a cigarette to her mouth, I was quick with a match,

watching as tobacco embers flared and smoke rose upward, swirling about freeform.

Putting her lips together she blew out the flame

with a whisper of breath that made me weak in the knees, “Thank you.” 

 

I stared, forgetting the spent match I held between my fingers,

tongue tied or mesmerized, take your pick, both answers are correct.

“You’re welcome”, I stuttered like a schoolboy in braces, “new around here?”

“Kind of”, her voice as chiffon is soft, “I heard I might find a poet here . . . ”

 

To be continued . . .

Author's Note

This is an older piece, very much older

Reviews

[JD Major]

...OK, older, but nevertheless very Ok!
Written in private-eye noir to my ear. Perfect digs for a Poet PI, or is it PI Poet, I'm never sure.
Gorgeous Numbers always hang out in dingy noir joints, so why the surprise?
I dig this one, Will, and looking forward to what comes next ...is she blonde, they're always blondes aren't they?

[willweb]

Ah, if I decide to post part two you might find this doll is a brunette. : ) Thanks my friend. I have fun daydreaming while writing these old feel poems. I am glad you came by to read though, I put a lot into these things as I know you do your as well.

[Lisasview]

Always good to post older pieces as we all love to read what has been going on...
I really enjoyed your words dear Will so thank you for sharing and bringing back such a fine piece.
Reading here in Spain as the night is coming in strong.
Lisa

[willweb]

Thanks so much Lisa. I am glad you liked my little poetic fantasy world.

[Lisasview]

Such fun and I always enjoy your words..
Lisa
I just posted two new ones..
Lisa

[Chris Shaw]

I don’t know how I missed this poem will, first time round, but I have DM to thank for making sure it was on my news feed. I absolutely loved the way this was narrated. You created the ambience and I saw Lauren Bacall and what a classy dame she was. First read of the day and I want to say congratulations.

Chris

[willweb]

Hey, thank so much Chris. Such a nice thing to say. I appreciate your visit

[D. Mansfield]

Will, this is a great poem, the descriptions amazing, I could hear the match light when you lite her cig, and I could smell the worn out bar. Awesome.

[willweb]

Thanks so much my friend. I am glad you liked it.

[Red Brick Keshner]

And in particular cases it would either be thrilling or quite a trepidation as to whom desires to seek out a poet. How shall it turn out? Soon all will be revealed.

[willweb]

Well, I don't know about that but we could know a bit more. : )

[Vertigo Cat1111]

The writing here is so vivid and detailed while still being a catchy, wonderful poem. The longing here, the feeling, it gives the reader chills. The brown strands, the shape of the table, the atmosphere, how the first stanza ended. It’s like a beautiful story being told, all the little details and things about the night and your feelings you capture. It flows so smoothly and the last few lines are amazing. The way it leaves off… I need to read more! I especially loved the ‘chiffon’ line, and wishing you were that glass. Isn’t that a feeling? It has such a good mood to the poem. Thank you for sharing!

[willweb]

Thank you so very much. I am happy you enjoyed this poetic rendezvous. This was so much fun to write and I am glad you liked it so much. I appreciate your visit and nice comment. I have written a part 2 and 3 but will wait a while before posting

[lightsong]

Wow! as they say "Oldie but Goldie" and that brilliant ending! I applaud You highly for it, for me in the curves of this ending both Womens' essence and Mens' are hiding safely and beautifully. no doubt that a smart alluring woman will find her way to her Man, make him open his eyes and his heart too. this so beautiful, the ambience is full with warmth and it's loving, the emotions are real and true. Great Piece my friend!

[willweb]

Thank you so very much. It means a lot to me that you liked this. I had a blast writing this and imagining the scene as I did. It was like watch an old black and white movie. I truly do appreciate your visit to my poem and you kind and humbling comment. Thank you again.

[lightsong]

We all have imaginations, but not all are able to write it and make it vivid and alive. You did so well here I couldn't feel it but real and had happened, like a great scene in a Novel "an old black and white movie" the reader can feel that through your lines.

You are so welcome :>

[willweb]

Thank you again and again. I believe my hat size just increased once more.
There is a part two and a part three. Maybe I will post them someday.

[lightsong]

haha... there is a differences between a hat full with puff and a hat full with pride, You deserve it all :>

Since I don't come here often, let me know when You post the other parts.

All the best~

[AYVID N]

This is such a beautifully descriptive piece...
I can see her reflections, many fold, in the cafe bar mirrors.
There is an aura of spellbinding awe.
For some time, we are wordless.

[willweb]

Thank you my friend for always being so kind to me.

[AYVID N]

It is such a pleasure, dear Willweb!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sounds like Lauren Bacall....

and she found you....
the poet.
this is the kind of poetry I really like best...sets a mood, tells a story...and plays on our imagination.

she needs to read this.

j.

[willweb]

Thanks Jacob, I was going for a Mickey Spillane feel here.