Casa Blanca Nights -- A Gene Marshall Poem
Casa
Blanca Nights
© 1998 by Kathryn E. Darden
Casa Blanca nights, a hint of mystery in the air.
Piano music, smoky bar, romantic savoir faire.
Bogart looks into the eyes of a regal movie queen
To tip his hat and raise his glass: "Here's looking at you, Gene."
Those perfect, pouting lips invite; the eyes remain aloof.
The essence of Tierney and Lamar embodied in their youth.
She has the power to beguile, to be each man's fond dream,
For when they close their eyes at night, the face that haunts is Gene.
Women emulate her sense of style, her poise, her grace,
For sisterhood can sense the power that lies behind the face
To live life to the fullest, carpe diem, share the dream.
Look deep in amy woman's eyes; you'll find a trace of Gene.
Casa Blanca nights --not just a figment of the screen,
A way of life captured in timeless elegance by Gene.
previously published in the HLAYG newsletter
© 1998 by Kathryn E. Darden
Casa Blanca nights, a hint of mystery in the air.
Piano music, smoky bar, romantic savoir faire.
Bogart looks into the eyes of a regal movie queen
To tip his hat and raise his glass: "Here's looking at you, Gene."
Those perfect, pouting lips invite; the eyes remain aloof.
The essence of Tierney and Lamar embodied in their youth.
She has the power to beguile, to be each man's fond dream,
For when they close their eyes at night, the face that haunts is Gene.
Women emulate her sense of style, her poise, her grace,
For sisterhood can sense the power that lies behind the face
To live life to the fullest, carpe diem, share the dream.
Look deep in amy woman's eyes; you'll find a trace of Gene.
Casa Blanca nights --not just a figment of the screen,
A way of life captured in timeless elegance by Gene.
previously published in the HLAYG newsletter
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