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November 22, 2015

The Cougar is leaving hungry tonight
the buffet was cleaned out early
by cheerleaders, hairdressers, tech honies.
First the guy with a real-enough Rolex
talking Beamers, hedge funds, 12-year old Scotch
then the bullet-head Neanderthal, screaming
at the TV, baseball cap on backwards
at last even the thug with bad teeth
scabbed knuckles, drinking Coors Light
all got to take home the taffy.
I wait, watch her search her purse
flirt unsuccessfully with the bartender.
She smiles when the cabbie arrives
he doesn’t have to ask, “Where to?”


From → Poems

One Comment
  1. You’re a fantastic poet. I love this.

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