At The Library Pub

 

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.

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