High Heeled Shoes

High heel shoes, so sheik and elegant, tapping on the floor

Beneath the table of the fancy restaurant.

The maitre d' brings the phone to where she sits. he puts it

Down beside her daiquiri and walks away to greet another guest.

Warm, red lips whispering "good-bye." a fifty-dollar

Tip. dark glasses on her eyes.

High heel shoes step into her limousine. a number on a napkin

For the driver it's a place he's never seen.

A sea gull sits on a weather-beaten shack, a little fishing boat

Near by with "high heels" written on the back.

Ooo. ooo. ummm. um!

High heel shoes on the floor beside the bed. the driver of the

Limo checks his watch and lights another cigarette.

The tide rolls in from out beyond the bay, she gets into her

Limousine, turns around and slowly drives away.

Cool, white hands hold a faded photograph of a little girl in

High heel shoes and a shy boy standing by a shack.

The shadows fall on the private parking lot. she walks across

The pavement to the ladder of the million dollar yacht.

He turns and smiles. he was worried and concerned.

They sail off in the sunset, "high heels" written on

The stern.