When The Room Roles.

He's a golfer, aparently  
    
Not knowing anything      
about the sport, I believe it.    
Seen him wearing the shirt    
at the pub.    
     
He knows how to sink      
eight balls, from a break      
on a pool table.
In a smoke filled bar    
-that smells like stale spirits.  
Probably has      
a lost property box    
in the manager's office    
filled with panties and the odd bra.    
     
Hides behind his glasses      
-I don't like that.    
One should opt in to    
a mask    
or stay well away.    
     
Can't say I like him    
-can't say I don't    
but the kid's been on my mind lately.    
     
That stage of life    
where they're not quite sure      
what they do    
or why they do anything at all.    
     
He seems to have a possible future    
doing something.    
(when he's old enough to feed himself)    
     
But he's all around the room    
evidently hasn't got a clue    
as to who    
he's talking to.    
Given himself away, a couple of times    
been in the spot-light    
when the shadows would be safer.    
(We should hold him    
in the early hours)    
.    
.    
.    
At the far end of this bar counter    
are the sixty somethings    
(who've been married all of a week)    
for some crazy reason    
the golfer is trying      
to bounce around their space    
flashing his peacock feathers    
in HER face.    
     
I just want to lean over    
grab him by the collar and shout    
"Sit the FUCK down!"    
     
Of course after this sip of the beer    
I'll say "thank you"    
and tell my lady    
she looks amazing tonight.    
     
On the last sip    
     
     
-x-