As soon as
I see her in that hat
I think of
the strip tease song
Randy Newman
wrote
About leaving
the hat on,
Or maybe
that 80s pop song
About sending
in the detectives
She’s
everything I might ever
Want in a
private eye,
The hat tilted,
Her large
eyes peering
Out from
under the brim,
Pink,
painted lips poise,
Cynical,
attractive
Maybe demanding
a kiss,
I keep
that picture
In my
phone to look at
When I
wake up
Anxious at
night,
My personal
Dick Tracy
The gumshoe
I ache to
find
Knocking at
my door,
Those eyes,
those lips,
That hat
And I tell
her,
“You can
leave
The hat
on.”
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