Valerie

I'm like Marie St Claire, walk with springlike gait, scent of my cologne's rare, bring cognac to this table, survey in measured gaze, nourish my slender frame, please don't look or stare, let others note my day, who've they've seen there, uncertain shaven waiters, at this cafe'grill pavement, often see me faint, men before me don't care, worry about their trains, Paris loves buttered hair, film noir's what I crave, restaurants lonely places, I can act with grace, , it's really all my name.