She was Polish, Hank thought,
The girl in the coffee
Shop, something in the way
She spoke, some slight hint of
Foreignness in her speech,
Her tone, the way the words
Came out; but that did not
Detract from her beauty,
The brightness of her eyes,
The dark fine hair or that
Sweetness of her swaying
Hips, which caught his eye each
Time she moved. It wasn't
Love, he supposed, hint of
Man's lust maybe deep down,
But affection, yes, that
He had, the reason he
Came each day to sit and drink,
Spy on her form and wait
On her every word and gaze
She gave, just like he did
On other deadbeat days.
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Very sweet rhyme my friend.
(A suggestion: how about "only added to" instead of "did not detract from")
This is what I found for deadbeat.
1. One who does not pay one's debts.
2. A lazy person; a loafer.
It is also a divorced father who does not pay childcare.