The most beautiful thing in town

I’ve just finished drinking good beer,
served to me by the most beautiful
thing in town.
She taps her hands against her thighs
when she has nothing to do
and looks at me occasionally.
There are a handful of other men looking.

Now, I am in bed
breathing deeply
at ease.
I told her that she was fucking stunning
just before I left
and for a second I saw a grimace
on her face.
I wondered about it,
but then I smiled again.
I’ve just finished drinking good beer
served to me by the most beautiful
thing in town,
whilst reading Camus.

If that doesn’t mean anything to you
then you’re just another man
at a bar
looking.