A dancing, twirling girl Caught up in the bedglow Free from the concerns A proper lady to surely know Chamber chorus versus Jazz She couldn’t guess where I’d be That’s what kept us apart Improvisational styles she couldn’t see Cocktails in the early afternoon She liked her whiskey neat A traditional, proper beauty But couldn’t meet when it came to the sheets Striking poses within silhouettes Admittedly swooning from my words A wry smile & another sip We sit naked, listening to ‘Trane & Bird