While My Cigar Gently Smokes

WHILE MY CIGAR GENTLY SMOKES
(The version neither George nor Paul dared touch!)

I walk in the room where the air mild and gentle
Embraces the guests at the bar.
I sit at a table quite apart in the corner,
Light my cigar - with a smile.

The waiter's discomfort, the crowd's irritation,
Fail to affect my elation - at all...(whatsoever)...
The stares I'm drawing as I draw in the aroma,
Just letting it fill me, to their chagrin...(I grin)...

No signs to forbid me - cigarettes all lit up casually -
While my cigar gently smokes.
Their heads on occasion with shocked glances turn toward me,
While my cigar gently smokes.

I didn't come here to cause any hardship,
Just enjoy the ambiance, sip espresso, and read.
I don't know why someone should have problems,
We each have our own tobacco - indeed.

Some get up and move and the others just glare,
While my cigar gently smokes.
As I'm lost in the mood of my smoke-ring's contemplation,
While my cigar gently smokes...

Unapologetic,
I smile back - and wink,
While my cigar gently smokes.