The big breasted bartender smiles,
As I pull out a tall burgundy bar stool;
From under a mosaic table with green tiles.
She said drink till your hearts contempt,
But don’t you look like a fool.
I nodded with agreement, not sure of what she said,
Then tipped her in change, which seems to be the rule.
Soft songs played the ambiance yet the silence wasn’t new.
Red Christmas lights lined the rugged bricks.
I didn’t come here for love, but for a poisonous fix;
And as I take sips of my Smokey beer, I’m kissing you,
So come to me baby, with your thin glass hips,
-And your lips of morning dew.