DETROIT 1927

A WOMAN REMEMBERS A 1927 PHOTO SHOOT IN DETROIT.

 

Rinski got you the
Photo shoot, you and
Those other three dames

Holding hands around
Some automobile;
Some publicity

Shot for the guys from
The company who
Wanted models to

Show off their model,
Without distracting
From the car itself

With too much of their
Own beauty. Hold it,
The photographer

Said, just there, don’t move,
Give it just a bit
More breast there honey,

That’s it. The chump took
His picture, all smiles,
All promises, more

Work if he could bring
It off, didn’t come
Though, although you heard

One of the dames made
It to his bed, made
It to his set. Some

Girls don’t know any
Limits; they’re all out
For what they can get,

Whatever’s offered.
Rinski kept you close,
He didn't want you

Being the schmuck’s cast
Off, no second rate
Model, no pretty

Pushover for the
Photographer’s touch
And feel. That was a

Good shoot; you long out
Lasted the car and
The whims of the yerk

With the camera,
And you remember
One of the dames who

Held your hands, squeezed it
A little bit too
Affectionately,

Rubbing her warm thumb
Over yours, making
Out it was all just

A part of the shot,
All for him, just her
Being friendly, no

Offence, but Mother
Warned you of girls like
That, the funny ones,

The girl on girl kind
Of affairs, but then,
Maybe, just for a

Moment or two, you
Thought she had some lust
For you or maybe

Some deep affection,
Some other kind of
Love, far beyond your

Knowing, some kind of
Female heaven: yes
Detroit, that posh car

Photo shoot, nine
Teen twenty seven.