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She approached me more out of curiosity than of desire
Stepped tall in class from head to toe
Her green eyes held a clever disguise
She surveyed me more than she wanted me to know
Asking me if this seat was taken
My only reply could be “no, have a seat”
Not really wanting any company
I watched her in the mirror behind the bar
At a distance of about six feet
The barkeep came over, asked what she’d like to drink
She replied comfort and coke, as she took out a smoke
While still looking at me, the barkeep gave me a wink
Can I have a light? She asked “sure” as a gentleman I
Struck the lighters flint like a waiter in a fancy restaurant
She said “thank you” as I said, “welcome”
She smiled with a silk smile I did not want
As the conversation pressed on, mainly her being the one
To ask questions all about me and my life
She somewhat bluntly stated when the third drink was done
“I see no ring, but I’ll bet you have a wife”
No not anymore, "just two ex’s" I heard myself say
"One a wife of twenty two years, the other a girlfriend-fiancée
That stole my heart away"
She pressed on and on asking questions and giving opinions
I said, ” look, you don’t want to get mixed up with the likes of me
For I’m a rambler, a gambler, and dead inside
Do yourself a favor, finish your drink, and then just let me be
I ordered another glass of Jack black love on the rocks
As I began to swallow it down
She leaned over close and whispered in my ear
“Lover, you cannot drown her memory away”
I said, “you may be right I fear
For I’ve been trying, for five months… to this day”
With a kiss on the cheek, she said "come with me
I will make you forget, I can ease your pain
For I’m built for comfort and I got coke
Why we will howl at the moon, dance to a tune
You’ll feel better, honey, you just wait and see"
I said “I’m deeply flattered, not that it mattered
But Sunshine drank comfort and coke too you see”
I have to go
As I stepped, slow
I downed my drink
I searched her face for you, but there was no trace
I left, with my glass, like my insides…empty
Copyright © 2001 Dennis Hicks
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