I was drinking
in a dive bar
in a working class suburb
I was drinking
with an old Navy vet
well older than me
anyway,
I sip my beer
and hear him exclaim,’
“Yip-pee look at that heinie.”
I divert my attention
from my beer
to the notated rear end.
It is a nice one
but then she turns around
smiling
and she’s about 60.
Well, I’m only 23 (at the time)
Experience has its virtues
to be sure
but she might impart
too much knowledge and wisdom
in too short a period.
I’d much prefer
the slow lingering death
that the beer is affording me.
9-6-96