Afternoon Antelope

i hear someone

walk through the door 

and keep staring

at my drink, 

expecting another old man

in the dive bar

 

so I’m surprised 

to see nice legs and a skirt

walk up next to me,

wait patiently 

for the bartender on the phone

and when she asks for

whiskey on the rocks, 

i feel my imagination run

to the end of its leash

pull,

pull,

but I’m sturdy

going back to my beer.

she downs her whiskey and leaves.

somebody says,

“did you see that girl?

what was she doing here?”

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