Oh he’s had a few
but still
he watches
like a cat
the bird
out of reach,
her farm girl beauty
bouncing behind the bar,
beyond belief.
“You gotta admit she’s got it”
he purrs
to anyone on the next stool
then, putting his dry lips together
he puckers a quiet,
“God damn it!”,
and orders another beer.
She brings the beer
then returns to
chat and chirp
with the other wonder lost
women at the other end
of the bar.
He shakes his head
and wonders how
to catch her gaze,
bring her down to earth
his grave.
“Tomorrow, tomorrow”,
he mutters,
then orders another beer.
