Lisa lives in the loft above Louie's Latvian Jewelry,
Lifetimes and eons from where she went to school with me.
There are lines in the mirrors, there are lines on her face,
Lines on the windows stand-in for drapes made of lace.
The age of the building is hidden with plaster and paint,
But the character is obvious, and far far from quaint.
Men of all ages climb six flights of stairs,
To spend time with Lisa, who answers their prayers.
One of them fixed her name to the street-facing glass,
To act as a beacon for the rest of the class.
Yes, Lisa lives above Louie's Latvian Jewelry,
But no one plays the crowd like the Queen of Tomfoolery. ©jdg
Lifetimes and eons from where she went to school with me.
There are lines in the mirrors, there are lines on her face,
Lines on the windows stand-in for drapes made of lace.
The age of the building is hidden with plaster and paint,
But the character is obvious, and far far from quaint.
Men of all ages climb six flights of stairs,
To spend time with Lisa, who answers their prayers.
One of them fixed her name to the street-facing glass,
To act as a beacon for the rest of the class.
Yes, Lisa lives above Louie's Latvian Jewelry,
But no one plays the crowd like the Queen of Tomfoolery. ©jdg

Excerpt from "Synergy"