Dame With No Name. Poem by Terry Collett

Johnny didn't know
who the dame was at
the bus stop, but she

caught his eye standing
there on her cellphone,
blue eyes, and night pink

top, and well endowed,
and fingering the keyboard,
she looked at him then

looked away, he was going
to smile, but she looked
away too quick, but she

looked ok, nice figure, and
not too tall or short, just
about his size, he wanted

to know her name, and maybe
fix a date, but the bus stop
was crowded, and other kept

getting his view of her,
then she moved along, and
she was out of his sight,

and some old codger was
there standing sniffing, then
he saw her again she was

texting someone on the
phone, her face frowning,
then she tucked the phone

in her jeans pocket, and
looked at the road, Johnny
studied her, took in her frame,

the way she stood, her hips
and thighs, and her blue eyes,
and imagined maybe she's

say, hey mister you want to
come sit by me and we can
chat and all that? but she didn't

she just looked at the road,
then the bus came along, and
she was on board before he got

there, and the driver said sorry
no more I'm full, and so drove
off, and the dame in the pink

top had gone, and so had his
dream dame, nice hips, thighs,
and blue eyes but no name.