Classic Black Horn Button

I’m meeting you at the Henri Cartier-Bresson exhibit at SFMOMA. In honor, I am wearing the attire of the dignified gentleman from a photograph taken by Monsieur Cartier-Bresson in Marseilles, France (1932). My brogues are immaculately shined, my chapeau is meticulously blocked, and my charcoal wool tweed cape with classic black horn buttons falls to my knees in folds, however I am sans cigar. I’m riding the F towards downtown, and even the leafless trees on Market Street are reminiscent of the barren trees in the photograph. I overhear a wash of languages on the streetcar, but no French. When I get off at 3rd , a slyly winking mustached tramp accosts me on the corner with a rousing chorus of I Get A Kick Out Of You.
“I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn’t thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you
Some like the perfume from Spain
I’m sure that if I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrifically too
But I get a kick out of you”
(Yeppers….C. Porter)

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