Rapt

She smoked, that is to say
a cigarette
And yet, she was smoky still
Black hair swept aside

A look that advertised
with accuracy
no admittance
Tresspassers will be violated

Writing, other tables crowded
no one sat at hers
The smoking lamp was lit
only for the officers

Collecting myself, I settled
back to watch
She may still be there
Rapt in not being wrapped