Black Slip Dress
in the streets of New Orleans
My black slip dress has draped me gently
as I listened to jazz legends
enjoying a date alone,
Relishing in the sounds of golden trumpets,
melodic voices and a trombone
My black slip dress has warmed me
along with checkered flannel
as I dreamed of singing jazz myself
and playing blues on the piano
My black slip dress has played in the halls at the Ritz
catching the eye of many
with her sexy little slit
My black slip dress has played the part of one of my favorite characters,
little miss hip hop
for another, there's no need to shop
However, my black slip dress has yet to feel the touch of your caress or warm embrace
That was her original purpose
for which I suppose, there will be another time,
another chance
some other place
Poem By: Ty Swint
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