When you’re sitting there in the bar
Sometimes
It’ll seem like a world of possibilities is open
And it is
It is the decompressor
For the multitudinous populace as
It was even for this ferociously beautiful
Young girl of about 24 or 25.
She hung out for a little bit…
She seemed single and great and
I think her drug guru came for a little bit
(Weird since weed is now legal in Michigan)
But then she hugged him and was single again,
Sitting there in these high boots,
A sweater and black jeans, with
Lavender choruses of red hair
Falling
All over her head and
I swear a
Million times I almost struck up
A conversation but
It
Seemed that my blood was composed of a
Different substance entirely, that’s
How nervous I was, and I
Really had nothing to say anyway, and
Now I get home and
Reconvene, having also glimpsed
The bartender and
I know
That I made the right decision
In sitting there like a spinning top,
Knees bouncing, smiling and laughing
At the fat man and
Worshipping the god of the taciturn.