From Memory

From memory

You walk in
You sit down
You make a call
You check your stocks
I check my stockings while
You make a play

You throw your cards
You gossip loud
You fog the glass laughing inside
I check my stockings while
You make a play

You drink the tea
You made for three
I flirt behind the magazine
I hitch my stockings while
You make a play

You set about to sketch me
from the recess of your memory
I laugh when inside I’m crazy
I know your poker face baby
I won’t wear stockings say
You'll make a play