Walkin' After Midnight Poem by Charles Hancock

Walkin' After Midnight was playing
And she was seductively swaying
Then she tossed back a shot of whiskey
And said she was feeling a bit frisky

Next she turned and gave me a wink
And commenced to lip sync
I watched her mouth every line
Of that old tune sang by Patsy Cline

She had on a faded Molly Hatchet t-shirt
You know, the kind you buy at a concert
It was obvious her puppies were free
Because they were pointing right at me

When the music stopped, she had a seat
And complained about the heat
Then ordered a whiskey on the rocks
And asked for change for the jukebox

I found out from her girlfriend
That her marriage had came to an end
She was there to make the drive
So her friend would get home alive

Next she played Bell Bottom Blues
And kicked off her shoes
Then, Another One Bites The Dust
I couldn't help it, I had to turn and adjust

She was dancing in her bare feet
And she wasn't missing a beat
While gyrating in her floor show
I knew it was time for me to go

But I decided it was best not to leave
And I needed to help her grieve
After all, what could it hurt
To stay a while and flirt