White Diamonds and Cigarette Smoke

 
White diamonds and cigarette smoke
Millions of minuscule pieces of you
Inspire that oh so familiar burnt,
Penny coppery smell you taste,
That’s how you know you’ve been alive

White diamonds and cigarette smoke
Mostly right before you left for work
And after you came home, delicate vapor
Traveling around, hanging out in our 1970
White Thunderbird’s giant ash tray

White diamonds and cigarette smoke
Are how I refuse to notice your fast fake, Walk-walking dressed tight—to a T
White pants stressin’, profesh, and crispy
Blonde-beauty

All done up and feathered out
Is all I see as I wave bye mommy—-
Long-lost behind you in the rear view.