Props to Mr. Thompson who inspired this cover...

[Rhael Joy Laramy]

The Cold War Kind of Woman.She was the mold of a woman from war timesThe quilting bee-hive hair up do what you can for SamAnd your man kind of womanWho flexed her Braun in the industryAnd shoved her thighs into stockings for the officeShe wore pastels like buses wear advertisingWith her cheeks the same color as her polyester sweatersAnd her lips the color of her shoesShe wore jewelry like little announcementsAn invitation dangling from each earBeckoning a smile, a diamond studded handGesturing an “I know you”Followed by a pearly strand of a wide old smileSaying “How are you?” andShe would listen as if she gave birth to youAll those years agoAs if she had witnessed your first attempt at walking,Running, or even datingHer smile said she knew youAnd her body said American pieShe was the dying icon of an era that when it leftIt took rolling pins, family dinners, and adult easy listeningJust walked off one day,Spread her legs to the world and said,“Fuck you.”