105 in the Shade

She's 105 in the shade.

Still dreaming, still flirting with the
intern that comes in every evening,
(How can he take her blood pressure when it's flying?)
Black-haired stud with the body of Luficer
long before he grew horns, she closes
her eyes and feels feathers against her cheeks,
bob flapping, doing the shimmie shimmie
down in Charleston, all rhinestone sparkle
and blue-eyed winks for the slicked down Jazz Boys.

Up to new York and a meeting with Zeigfeld

And it was bathroom hooch and silk stockings,
a dangerous glimpse of garter, how fast she was
in the Rumble Seat, sweat matching the beads
in her head dress, cigarette un lit in the holder,
Tallulah on steriods, and she didn't have to utter a sound.

Dancing with kings for pearls and ermine

Turning down their rough proposals, for she had time....

She had time......

"Dolly? Miss Dolly? Time for dinner."

She's 105 in the shade, and now all she has is time.....



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