What do you do at the bar?
Monday, February 22nd, 2010 at
7:10 am
I’ll sit at the bar
On a high stool
Pull a mirror from my bag
Watch myself glide red lipstick
Hold a pack of Camels
Place one to my lips
You’ll ask tender for matches
But my hands says no thank you
Light it myself
One deep drag
Blows near your face
You smirk
You stare
You sip your whiskey, neat
I cross my leg and touch your shin
You say, hey babe
Hey babe
Hey
I don’t smoke or wear lipstick btw
sounds like fun Reenie
Have a drink then get on the piano and belt out "Cry Me A River."
I drink Pepsi and tremble.
Nice poem… Cute… I won’t be allowed to go to a bar… I am under aged…
await for someone to tap my shoulder from behind who r u?
Whew! Smokey and sultry scene you’ve painted here…
you ain’t a workin’ girl there, right?????????
Temptress you!
ma
I like this!! Very good. As Ma said…sultry, I wanted to wave my hand to get the smoke out of my eyes…
I drink Stoli, listen to good music and play video poker… I smoke Camels too, hey babe hey
wow, very Good! very descriptive!
Play it again! The Forties have come alive! Applause!
A shimmering clingy dress seems to fit the mood here. Very intriguing!
*The bar we go to always has a puzzle on a big table for the patrons to do. All of the walls and ceiling are covered with puzzles! I’d say I’ve helped to complete about 50 of them. If I don’t puzzle I play the gambling machines. 🙂
i was about to light a marlboro….
Seductive! I like it alot! Wish I had the courage to be like that, hehehe!