JUST TO PLEASE.

A MAN MUSES OVER HIS EARL GREY AND OMELETTE AT A DAME IN A CAFE.

That's it,
the way it is,
the way the sun

just gets up there
in the sky each day
and shines,

and then goes back
and hides
as the night comes,

the moon reflecting
the sun's rays
as if they

were her own,
as if it was her
power there,

shining,
beams romantic
in that silky way.

The dame in the cafe
had that look,
Johnny mused,

sipping his Earl Grey,
taking in the blonde broad,
hair on the shoulders,

face white,
eyes shining
blue as cornflowers.

She talked to another,
her hands gesturing,
her fingers thin

longish nails.  
He sipped more tea.
She had small breasts

he took note,
kind of tucked up there ,
unused, unseen,

her a*s planted
on the chair
like it belonged there,

kind of tight and neat
and well
he looked away,

sipped the tea
and ate
his omelette

with mushrooms
and cheese
and took

one last peak
at the dame
just to please.