Salutations

Smoke filled rooms
of splendor and sacrimonious
addiction
all are fine in there own rights
the girls so slim
sing their crooners demands
with such subtelty
only found in the soft horns
and pillow plumping drum beats
only the eye glazed wonders
of men who will leave alone know what
they mean
they feel like
as our worlds turn
and the rampant rejection of too many
form who we all are
and how we simply say
hello