Closing Time

A perfect confluence of events
The error of mistaken identity
A confident assertion of faces formed
But voices misheard on the page
The soldier of fortune sidesteps
And his brilliant femme fatale slips by
Both skillfully eluding analysis and capture
But it's a pleasure to watch them dance
Casting sidelong glances
Their eyes barely visible through the smoke
Still a loving couple
Thriving despite the decibels
Carrying the latest in concealed weaponry
Still on the floor at closing time
Pressing together in a slow one
They've seen better, seen worse
Just one thing's for certain
Their drinks are on the house
A nightcap before the midnight train
Non-stop to the best digs honey can buy.