DripDripA Poem by Funk
Another wet night.
I went outside last night into the pouring rain
Walked down to the bar. It was dark and cold inside.
I chose my seat in the corner against the wall,
sat there thinking as the room exposed itself.
The darkness faded slowly into a dim light.
I noticed one other patron sitting alone at the bar.
Red hair, green shoes, charcoal blouse, fake leopard skirt.
I ruffled at my beard, drip-drip on the floor.
I shook out my hair, splash-splash on the wall.
I strutted my best strut as I walked towards her.
"Mind if I sit?", she gave me that look like she didn't care.
Asked would she like to chat. She said simple like "Cost you five bucks and you buy me a drink", I asked too if she'd smile, she said for that make it ten. I handed her twenty expecting she'd buy her drink.
She asked if I did drugs, shook my head like I don't.
She said I was boring turning her head away.
Then she looked back and asked me where was her drink.
Bewildered I asked her what she wanted. She asked me what I drink.
I said carbonated water with some lemon and lime and a little salt added.
She replied "Oh man, yer so boring I'm falling asleep listening to you"
She looked me once over said my hair was too long and the beard looked like a soaked rat and I dressed like a bum.
Without another word she got up and went out the door.
She stood holding it open. I wasn't sure what to do.
She looked at me and nodded an then waved me her way. Said $200
for an hour. I nervously said yes.
She asked what I liked I told her blonde was my choice. She took off her wig said for twenty more I'm your blonde.
The cab ride took forever, we barely spoke a word.
I got out took out my wallet to pay the cab fare, she grabbed it out of my hand said "pay me first, then the Hack"
Went up to her room and I asked her her name. She replied it was Suzy, Beth or Nancy. Take my choice. I asked her "Barbara" she laughed and said twenty more, I asked if she spoke Canadian, got a slap upside the face
She then shoved me backwards to the hall and locked the door.
I counted my money, less than five left and over an hours walk back home.
I started walking again in the rain bumped my head into something, dazed I opened my eyes.
It was my bedside table and I was soaked in my sweat.
Looked down at my pants and they were there where I left them, it was another dream.I dialed Barbs number but she never picked up.
Put my pants back on and went outside for a walk...
© 2010 Funk
Added on July 10, 2010
Last Updated on July 10, 2010
South Western, NE
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