Midnight Musings, Pt. 1

What do you do when the one you want won't pay you no nevermind?

And I wait.  A waiting

for what, or for want,

or for a casual whatever,

wading into wherever it is

what I want is waiting:

 

What I want is waiting

here--here, in this grimy bar,

waiting with women--other women--

other than me, I mean.

 

I wave a little, wink, maybe,

but only in my head,

and wait.  I want a wink back,

a real one, from you to me:

 

A real one from you to me

would mean a consistency,

a certainty, almost certainly,

a see-and-know-you'll-be-seen.

 

You maybe look.  You maybe see,

see me see you, even,

who knows, really, anyway,

because my eyes aren't looking:

 

Because my eyes aren't looking

my heart skips no beats.

Does he want?  Wish?  Whatever?

And I wait, and dream.

Author's Note

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