Less. Poem by Terry Collett

Less the money you
owe me for the coffee

I bought Jezebel said
and the man nodded

and began to undress
and she said Wait there’s

the question of the fare
here I think it’s less the

fare too and he nodded
again and removed his

shirt and she raised a
finger saying Hold on a

minute there’s the matter
of the cost of the hotel room

and less the price of that and
he paused undressing with one

leg out of his pants and nodded
slowly taking it all onboard and

took money from his wallet and
said You’re a demanding broad.