In the grace of lambent light
he watches her body move
her shadow ..her eyes..her lips
the curve of her shapely hips
she sits in the corner alone
in lambent light of the room
within mirrors and the smoke
and scent of sweet perfume
he smiles and says "hello"
she shyly says "i have to go"
the cocktail waiter winks
"I think her name is Rose"
"her mother use to dance here
and drink and smoke and cuss
and leave lil Rose in the corner
with dirty glasses and cigar butts
she loved all the flirting men
and stayed up after hours
lil Rose slept in the back
always sweet as a flower
after her mother died
she didnt even cry
but she comes here every night
im not quite sure why?"