Sitting at a bar
Peering at my reflection in the high gloss finish
Drifts of cigar smoke form distorted circles-
The beginning of early eve,
I wait patiently for her.
Right at the stroke of 5
Those soft eyes, and warm smile greet me
I order the usual, vodka up with a twist
She turns quickly, grasping a clear bottle
And gives it a long pour; her blue eyes glaze over
Then the music of ice against aluminum fills the air
Its finale-an icy pour with a small, lemon rind.
Another warm smile as she slides over my drink
And moves on to the man next to me, same presentation.
As I sip my elixir, my mind softening
I watch her slim body dash and twist over and over again
The rhythm, her hand’s precise movements, makes my insides pulse.
I imagine, only for a moment, her hands against me.
Ringing from my pocket distracts the fluidity of my thoughts.
I take one last swig, one last look, and lay my cash down.
Grabbing my briefcase I notice my reflection in the high gloss finish-
Hazy
In circles of grey smoke.
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