He told her to meet her at the box.
The one on 23rd street. He’d buy her dinner.
There was a particular canary he wanted her to hear.
“It wasn’t about the singer,” he said.
Just the lyrics that happened to make him
Think of her. She smiled. Of course.
She always smiled when he made her feel special.
A derrick that would rob a bank just to buy her diamonds.
Something he could never own and could never hold a price
In knowing the true value of luck in being in the presence
Of her company. A daisy with the right flirtatious wink.
Just the girl every guy wanted, yet she wasn’t impressed by.
Not the pro skirt type pushover everyone paid for.
No. She was the woman you never crossed
Nor ever introduced to your Mama
Because she’d tell you she was heaven sent-
Something you never really deserved.
“Ya follow?” she said with a smirk.