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
I don’t smoke or wear lipstick btw
sounds like fun Reenie