The Bar

Love poem

Seven years sober
And I followed her
Into the bar
She sat on one end -
I sat a couple of seats down-
Watched her cross her legs
Slip her shoe off her foot
And dangled it there
While she sipped what I'm sure
Was a Tom Collins

She glanced over, smiled, winked -
Patted the empty seat next to her
With tobacco stained fingers

I got up, walked over
And ordered a shot of tequila
Praying one would be
All the liquid courage I would need
For the rest of the night

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[John the Baptist]

Neither vows nor good intentions keep the wagon rolling when the blood is up. Hope it was worth it.