Cinnamon Raisin Toast

Cinnamon raisin toast

And a caramel latte,

Perfume that lingers forever

A style that sings yesterday,

Says she’d never been married

It just worked out that way,

Tells she’s had great lovers

How many she doesn’t say,

Yes she likes the music

Calls it classical pizzazz,

I peg her as a lady

Who really knows her jazz,

I smile as she keeps talking

Walking me through her life,

Poetry prancing proudly

 Around this beauty

Who is no man’s wife.

Stephen Nesbitt ©