This is my story

I was on my way to the Café Americain the first time I saw her in my neighborhood. She was standing under the revolving barber pole next to Manny's front door. My heart stopped. What a dame! She was was tall and curvy with stems that seemed to shoot down forever. She was wearing an Ivy colored halter dress that sculptured her body like a model from Paris, France. For the record, I don't claim to be no poet but her hair was a mahogany cloud of curls that made my fingers itch. As if her body didn't already. "With gams like that... "I sighed. She was one tall drink of water.

The next night I was back at the club. The regular Joes were playing poker in the back. Smoke wavered through the air like the place was on fire. From the size of the pot it appeared the guys had been playing and drinking throughout the afternoon. There was the usual backstabbing joking going on as O' Malley's paw scooped up the bills and coins as he flushed the others out by laying down three ladies. His protege made some unindicted remarks. The men burst into laughter colored by whiskey and rye. I headed for my table in the corner.

I had just ordered my gin on the rocks when the front door swung open. I casually glanced over and there she was.The dame with a face like an Angel and legs like there was no tomorrow. She was the stuff dreams were made of.

"Was that a minor heart attack, or is it my heart just pounding to smithereens?" I asked myself. In all the schemes of life, what were the chances that she would show up here at this joint? Tonight? The woman that I had been dreaming of all day. All my life for that matter. The feeling of shock must have been universal because within seconds of her entrance every man in the place was struck dumb. Not to say that they were all that smart to begin with. The quietness was surreal.

She strolled across the room like she owned the place. Siding up to the bar, she ordered her drink while she took in the place. As Sacha the bartender placed her glass down ; her eyes met mine. I started to drown.

Sam, the piano man, gave me the nod as he finished belting out "Dat's What Noah Done" before he tickled the ivories into another tune. I went up to the Beauty and drawled out a "Helloooo". Then I asked her to dance.She smiled at me and replied, "I'd like that." We slid on to the dance floor. I couldn't hear the music, simply the beat of my heart drumming.Her scent teased me with its lightness. When the song ended she looked up at me with those baby blues and softly purred, "I'd like more." Without hesitation I called out,"Play it again , Sam!"

Sam started crooning," You must remember this . ..A kiss is just a kiss . A sigh is just a sigh. The fundamental things apply.As time goes by......"

We continued our swaying. I was mesmerized by the blue of her eyes, those luscious lips so close to mine begging for my attention. I was on fire. I was dying. I was going down, down for the count. I was in love. I finally had to ask. "What's a classy act like you doing in a place like this?" "Waiting for You Mr. Fabulous. Waiting for You."