The Cabaret women,
In the evening,
are dressing in the jazz lounge,
Hundreds of costumes and gowns,
They've worn exquisitely,
Like the waves wears the diamonds,
Of the Night stars,
Warm rhythms will play in the rivulets,
Of their hair,
As veranda violins,
serenade their midnight candles,

While before the blush of sunset,
Nature women, earthy as vineyards,
Mystical as amethyst,
Lounge by winding roads,
And lush sweet lakes,
painting plein air,
In their casual shorts and sunhats,

By the lake, windcaressed irises,
Are swaying side by side,
To the whims of its embrace,
They like the women,
Swaying to regain their rhythms,
Petals and crescents of their hips,
In the vibrant hues of sunsets,
And the sequins,
of dancing evenings,

Some of the nature loving women,
Are dancing in the cabaret,
Some of the jazz loving women,
Are painting in the open air,
Canvases,
of sensuous curves,
lake,
And,
moon rhythms
Reynaldo Casison