The Blonde

the bartender slid the gimlet

toward me

I raised it to my mouth

sipped from it

said, that’s good Jim

he gave me a look, said

“My name is Bad, Bad Leroy Brown.”

I mumble I’m sorry

“No biggie,” he said.

no biggie, the blonde beside me whispered

rubbing my leg with her own

Bad, Bad Leroy Brown went to the far end of the bar

leaving me alone with her

after some basic getting-to-know-each-other conversation

we went to her apartment

sat on her sofa

she’d turned off the lights

put the match to candles

she smoked a joint

was grinning pleasantly

I was numb from drink

she was holding my hand in her oh so soft ones

I brought the Samuel Adams

to my mouth

it went down good

she was still massaging my hand with hers

head bent down

the sight of her earlobe was fascinating

I leaned over

took it in my mouth

she sucked in an involuntary breath

and the race was on

 

©October 27, 2013 / Jerry Pat Bolton

Reviews

[Ees]

Love it! Love the conversation included. Love the sensory- the drinks coming to your lips. It's straightforward, this is how it goes... sort of poem. which I love. I feel it, see it, smell the bar, smell the joint. Great poem. I really, really enjoyed it!

[Hitchhiker]

Thank you very much, Ees. You comments massage my ego quite nicely, and that is always a good feeling. I am happy that you so enjoyed "The Blonde."

[Sami Khalil]

A very interesting poem....Thank you for sharing your writes...:).................

[Hitchhiker]

Hah!Hah! "Very interesting" is a death blow. Heh.Heh Thank for the read and review.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)............