diebstahl

he whistled to himself
in the millionaire's living-room
he said something romantic to himself
that had a blond girl small bells and rain in it
he smoked a cigarette
left the butt in a marble ashtray
and he didn't steal anything
he left the news of a thief
and he said something romantic to himself
as he climbed down the outside
of the manhattan skyscraper
and people will come back
from the charity ball
and never feel at home again