I Ain't No Martin Sinatra

 

I'd love a smoking jacket

Quilted blue and gold;

A plush black velvet collar

Outstanding, rich and bold.

I'd wear it proudly every day

Like 'fifties' movie pics,

I'd wear it all the while, as like

Sinatra in the flicks.

 

I'd love a glass of bourbon

Like Dino in his songs;

I'd always have it next to me

Right there where it belongs.

I'd often take a sip from it

To help me slur my speech;

I'd keep it, always, close to hand ~

Seldom out of reach.

 

I'd love thereon my outfit

(Upon the jacket breast)

To bear my name's initial

Embroidered on my chest.

Then I could do it my way,

That old wine drinker me ~

My jacket and my tumbler glass

For all my friends to see.

 

I'd love my smoking jacket,

A cigarette in hand;

Lookin' rather oh so cool

Ah yes! I have it planned.

But now that I remind myself ~

As I pause and think,

I may not enjoy either as

I neither smoke nor drink.

 

                        ASJ