The Baker's Man

Jerkov cuts it charismatic -
strikes his matches on his jaw.
Smokes in threes (all
Gauloises!), strokes his safety
clip and tips his trilby. Truly!
Bad guys freeze at such a moment.
Wise guys make it for the door,
but all the dark-eyed scarlet
honeys form a circle. They
adore the way he petticakes
the waiters, sucks his T-bone
blood red raw; slips his lion
ladie's fingers, slides his plate
across the floor + leaves.