Down the road to the bank,while im here i'd like to thank...

In the she walked to the bank
Young blond dark rich curls
Twin buns in wrapped tight short skirt
Enough revealed....
Reverse hung clung
A mans eye drawn
To ground zero

Her entry anonymous
Unlike her sly smile exit
As I sat looking hard not to look
The foyers a stage on a cold spring day
Overheard snatches of conversation
Mingle with radio jabber
All converges to camouflage her kiosk conversation
Of a story urgent
Some ones daughter learning to throw her weight.
And still yet she does not forget to give me the smile
A dark rich gift
From generous lips.