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Fred Astaire - A Poem

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In through the door

walked the man with the cane

By the cut of his clothes

you could tell he was vain

*

There was just something about

how he pulled out his chair

That guy, oh, wait is

that Fred Astaire

*

He snapped his fingers

and ordered a coffee

Then called to the waitress

I like mine frothy

*

The waitress came over

and set his coffee down

Then he took up his cane and

tapped on the ground

*

She turned her head

when she heard the sound

He grabbed her hand

and spun her around

*

He placed his foot

against the closet chair

This man, this dancer,

This Fred Astaire

*

He pushed it away

with pizzazz and some flare

Spun her so hard

showed her red underwear

*

Her skirt flew out

flat as a saucer

She spun so fast

Hey wait, is that Ginger Rogers

*

His feet slipped and they glided

as he leaned on his cane

He admired her legs

thoughts drifting to how to obtain

*

Throughout the café

music decorated the air

That music made her feel like she

danced in Time Square

*

He felt charming and dashing

And quite debonair

She looked and pondered

His thinning brown hair

*

He looked at her face

And saw it was frosty

And thought, hey

I just came in for damn cup of coffee

*

Through the window they

Saw it’d started to rain

The music stopped and

He put down his cane

*

So he sat there at Café Frankfurt

Located on Main

And patiently waited

For the afternoon train


Fred and Audrey Hepburn

Fred and Audrey Hepburn

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