You browse the cuts of meat while
you wait for the barkeep to see that
you're waiting.
I noticed you long before
your dark eyes reached mine.
Your enticing smile,
your ****, arrogant strut.
"Can I buy you a drink?"

I feel blood rush to my cheeks.

I don't want to be
the sandwich
you'll eat
half of
then toss away.

I flash a smile.
"No thanks."
You're not bothered.
You move on to the next
deli case in search of
other options.

I exchange glances with
another good looking man.
"Hi! Can I buy you a drink?"

Don't you have anything original to say?

I gesture to my full bottle.
Just a revolving door
of shallow small talk;
lonely men and women
looking for
something--
anything--

My friend returns from the ladies' room
and yanks me from my bitter cloud.
We snap our fingers under
the strobe lights in a sea of
empty.