Literature
Muse
He wears white Bentley Oxford shoes
And a heart-arresting smile
A tall man, blonde, a perfect muse
In those Bentley Oxford shoes.
The smoke rings orbit 'twixt his lips
A Stella Artois in hand:
The cigarette on fingertips,
His Bentley Oxford heel clips.
His crisp black tie constricts jabot,
His buttons done to highest.
He taps against the concrete slow
With his Bentley Oxford's toe.
Beneath a dark felt hat's wide brim,
His eyes, they are so blue.
The rain begins, his smile shifts grim
As puddles Bentley Oxfords skim.
Away he walks, fading to rain,
His image swimming in grey.
Going round mud, avoiding arcane
That won't see