Falling Garments

you won’t believe this
so far no one has
but here goes

there’s a popular tune from the sixties
easy to remember
lyrics are only one word tactfully placed
in the midst of beach rock instrumentals with a latin flair

the bartender was cute as a button
acting tough
soft as eiderdown

but
comfortably efficient

two shots
salt
limes

once served
she faded into
background

my focus
drawn instead
by the new arrival

she burst in
through the street entrance
shaking off the monsoon

tall
blonde height weight
proportionate enticing gleam in her eye

approaching like water over a precipice
most tongue
licking damp lips

she plopped down in
nearest barstool
instantly at home

i didn’t ask
just signaled button girl
two of the same

waterfall girl
started her line
“you're not going to believe this”
she said making eye contact maybe a wink

“that song on the juke
is about me”
“its kinda country but hit the pops tor awhile”

i nod knowingly
i listen smiling randomly

she regales the tale of
how it really happened to her
during summer break near daytona

focusing my thoughts on the golden liquor
nectar of gods on the bar before us

she rambles for a while
i’m  impatient beverages sitting
under-appreciated on the bar

i shake salt into the web
between
thumb and forefinger
lift  a glass and  a lime quarter

acknowledge her creativeness
with an innocuous toast
“to pop and country”
down the hatch

now
two days
into a 72-hour hold

commitment hearing
tomorrow nine am

everyone else thinks i'm crazy

but she was there at the bar
and as we  raised our glasses
in mazel tov

her clothes

really did fall off

the rest is history

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