Shot Date Poem by Richard Bogartz

Shot Date



I watched.
She flashed eyes.
Bar seen queen.
A quicker hooker upper.
She poured a hot shot.
He took the bait.
Moved in.Said words.
Milky dream turned to curds.
Just fate.
Abate the date.
I watched.
The eyes checked the plate.
Fifteen bar stools.
Fourteen uncools.
She looked at me.
Not my type.
Second rate.
Guess I'll wait.

Sunday, December 6, 2020
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