her name was lola,
not really
but she reminds me of the woman
in the barry
manilow
song back in the day,
i know. i know.
just shoot me now
and get it over with.
but she was a show girl.
that part is true.
that was forty years
ago
when there used to be
a show.
three husbands later,
she's still in the mix.
i see her
climbing into a cab
going out
and coming home.
her hair up in a bee hive.
heels
and a short black dress
wrapped
tightly on.
she waves and smiles
as i look out the window.
i get it how that beat does
go on.
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