Smoking sixties

There was an older woman
(maybe sixty,
or a hard fifty-five)
standing outside
the courthouse
on fourth
smoking a cigarette.
From her looks
I could tell
that the smoking
had taken
its toll.
Still,
she looked good,
even stunning.
Her skirt
was a champaign lamé
that ended
just above the knee,
and her stockings
were a pale white
fishnet.
Her blouse was simple
and low-cut,
but tasteful.
She had the air
of Jacki-O
in business attire…
sexy business attire.
All she needed
was the pill-box hat
and netting.
She was out of place
but so very belonged
all-the-same.