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?”