HENRY'S CHILLY NIGHTS.

HENRY MEETS A WOMAN IN NEW YORK BAR.

Henry’d seen the dame
In the bar a few
Times with her husband

(Or at least the guys
In the bar said he
Was her husband) who,

Henry thought, was the
Epitome of
The missing link, and

Henry couldn’t quite
Understand why dames
Always fell for these

Types with more muscle
Than brains. On this day,
She came in without

The ape, sat at the
Bar, ordered a drink,
Lit a cigarette,

Looked around until
She noticed Henry
With his whisky and

Soda and cigar.
Aren’t you the writer?
She asked. Yeah, that’s me,

Sugar.  So where’s your
Husband tonight? He’s
In Chicago on

Business. Is that right,
Henry said, what kind
Of business is so

Important to leave
A dame like you at
Home? Big business, she

Replied. My husband
Said it could be his
Big break and us then

Moving on and up.
Henry nodded his
Head, puffed his cigar

A little. Can be
Pretty lonely there
At top, Sugar.

If you ever get
Lonely, give me a
Call. Aren’t you much too

Busy writing? She
Moved her cute a*s on
The barstool, her long

Lovely legs touching
At the knees. There’s such
A thing as writer’s

Block, Henry said, his
Eyes looking at her
Thighs, imagining

The ape touching them,
Feeling nauseous
And jealous at the

Same time. But you can
Unblock me any
Time, he added with

A smile. Is that right,
She murmured softly.
Don't think my husband

Would like that. Henry
Nodded and put his
Head to one side. I

Guess he wouldn’t, if
He knew. You get to
Chicago much? She

Asked stroking her thigh
With her left hand. Now
And then, Henry said.

But only if the
Need arises for
Me to do so though.

Maybe it might, she
Said softly. She sipped
Her drink and drew on

The cigarette and
Henry moved closer
To her and exchanged

Numbers. She had a
Neat little hand, he
Noticed and blonde hair

And red lips and legs
To die for, but then
Henry had to leave,

His wife was waiting
For him at her own
Uptown apartment

And she didn’t like
To be kept waiting.
See you around, Babe,

He said, and as he
Left he looked back, and
Taking each aspect

Of her into his
Mind to store away
To bring out and dream

With on chilly nights
And each lonely day.

Reviews

[just rose.]

I love chance meetings and happenstances and you've nailed this one beautifully - pardon pun - the dance, or more like a tiger circling and circling. Even when one doesn't act upon this impulses, the act somehow has taken place just by its intention. Something for your nuns to think about lol.