The mood swung
as the door burst its hinges
they stared one hand hidden
he smiled both hands on his hips
the bar tender rested his towel on the bar
slowly reaching
the smoke cleared enough to recognise him
Is this the Pink Elephant the drag Queen screamed
the crowd screamed back with excitement
the bar tender grabbed the key for the changing room
your late, he said
No your impatient said the Queen, with a wink