What's she thinking I wonder!

What's she thinking I wonder!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

An outside Italian cafe
Busy, bustling, the crowd
Drinking my wine I see
Her seated, looking.
What is she thinking right now?
Sipping her wine
Scanning the crowd seated.
Does anyone fancy me?
Do you like what you see?
What is she thinking right now?
Dragging on her cigarette, alone.
Has she pulled the washing in?
Did she buy those eggs?
What is she thinking right now?
Dressed impeccably, sunglasses on
She crosses her leg, thighs exposed
Does anyone want me?
Someone talk to me?
What is she thinking I wonder?
Flicking her hair black, back
What will I have for dinner tonight?
Whose hearts can I break?
Will anyone say hello?
What is she thinking right now?
I wonder. She signals the waiter.
No one buys her a drink.
Out with the lipstick:
Another coat red!
What is she thinking right now?
Smiling, our eyes touch. We meet.
Does she know what I'm thinking?
I wonder because....
I don't like men in drag!
I'm not that way inclined.
 
 

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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You BRAT!!! You caught me napping with that stunning ending. I was thinking you caught HER eye.. Valentine

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Lol Gotcha Kathie Glad you had a little fun!
Did not see that coming... you are the master of surprise endings, my friend... i knew the second I came here I should put down the lug, slowly, before reading :D

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Actually I had a real woman ending then I thought no lets add a twist lol I hope you enjoyed FT
....................

9 Years Ago

i did, Andrew, much so

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andrew mitchell

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