I found you in a 

jazz

bar.

They had been playing jazz that night. Duh. 

Camel

was what I was puffing on. You had a cigar.

I felt like Zelda and thought you could be my Francis. In fact I thought you could be my 

Gatsby

. You were from the states so you hated America. I was from here so I couldn't think of a more romantic place to live. Couldn't think of a better place to smoke a cigarette. To sip a gin and tonic. And fall in love with an American like you.