Autograph Cards

This one's a jazz song.

You dropped all your autograph cards in Prussia;

I do remember that encounter;

you also dropped your marker.

Before you frigged me on your Playboy linen,

I kissed the cover of my copy

of Dancing The Dream.

I'm way too busy feignin' a rare disease

which I have studied right down to the

very last detail. That ease!

Wraps smellin' of select herbs and sweet oranges,

two flamin' gems between a black scarf,

stirred by art and comeliness...

Now, if I was not busy, I would dig up

your records knowin' what has happened

and fill the nostalgic cup.

So next time you distribute platters and prints,

I may simply invoke my copy

of Dancing The Dream.