Bar Room Poetry

 

In the bar room
stood  
a tall man  
repetitively adding coins  
to the Jukebox  
Behind him sat a woman    
embracing her cleavage
in a biker's jacket  
while smoking cigars  
Behind her, a loud little guy  
with an infectious laugh  
Eyeing me  
(I avoid eye contact in bars)  
   
Ordered a beer  
from the bar lady
whose eyes    
were impossible to avoid  
She was  
shorter than the loud guy  
but    
packed a more    
confident punch  
in her body language  
   
She made me out as
"not a regular"
while pouring the draught  
from the tap  
Smiled
(more of a smirk, really)  
   
"That's her boyfriend"  
she said  
gesturing toward the short guy  
with her eyes, adding  
"But we don't talk about that!"  
hovering accross the bar  
with a cocktail, I'm not sure  
I remembered her making  
   
"Why's that?"  
I enquired in a tone of whisper  
when she'd drifted back  
"Well!"    
was the reply  
while she looked me    
up and down  
She nodded at the jukebox  
with her hands on her hips  
laying it on me  
   
   
"That's her husband!"  
   
   
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