Frank Sinatra Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

Bring them in and knock 'em down.
Ole' blue eyes back in town.
All you pretenders hit the bricks.
No time for all your warbling tricks.

Hide your ladies or bring em down.
Ole' blue eyes back in town.
New York, Chicago or Timbuktu
He will do it best for you.

The court's in session on main.
We won't see his kind again.
They're warming up the band.
Bribe the doorman if you can.

Watch it snap and feel the swing.
All of that and ringa-ding ding.
Find yourself in that smoky room.
Lose the blues, shake that gloom.

You can laugh at feeling down.
Ole' blue eyes back in town.
Bum a smoke and buy a round.
Turn that frown babe, upside down.

The chairman he has walked that beat.
The endless night, the rain washed street.
In the wee small hours of your life.
You're safe at home with Frank tonight.