Buttons and Bows
There is a place on 47th where
the clientele’s elite; where purses
are hamstring, and kisses are sweet.
Oh, on 47th, lipsticks blush redder,
women are women, pressed, folded,
soaked, strunged up as linen.
That on 47th, everyone’s a beaut;
dresses are garnished, jewelry’s
afoot as tongues get dished.
And buttons and bows do glisten
in the dark, the laughter and patter
wakes up all sleeping larks.
Down on 47th, where women
are women, is where I want to be.
And, someday, I’ll drop my broom
and fly away, I’ll pick up a dress,
make it too neat, buttons and bows
held up in pleat. I’ll dance and I’ll
frolick, hands in the air, and all of
a sudden, I’m merry as the mayor.
Someday on 47th.
This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.
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