J.D. Salinger once said “If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.” This poem is inspired by this statement.
It's well past 7:15 and not a mention of where she is
Woman, O Woman have you no respect for the time of others
My beer has gone flat and the waiter is getting impatient
Our reservations are holding on for dear life
This my dear, is not the shining first impression I was hoping for
Oh to be on time is a virtue few men are lucky to find in a woman
There's a stirring in the front of the room, a hushed whisper of excitement
The sound of chairs scraping the floor as the room turns toward the quite commotion
And there you are!
I can't even stand to greet you as you come towards my table
Just sit in awe of your beauty as you approach
Trying to wipe the dumb look off my face I stand but the words are just not there
She has caught me off guard and my lack of recovery is more then obvious
Yet she smiles and sits, almost amused at my stunned response to her
Instantly my anger fades and her inattentiveness to the time no longer cares
She has walked off a movie screen like Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca
And I'm the lucky bastard that gets to be her Humphrey Bogart
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