Long Ago August

hey, remember that night in a long ago
august? I was working as a bar-back
down at chantilly’s and you came in
making eyes at me the whole night, watching
as I bustled around slinging cases
of beer, bottles of liquor, bags of ice.
you were so hot in abbreviated
red dress, stockings and garters just hinted
and spiked heels made for a pick up. some guy
offering drinks and curious why your eyes
seemed to never roam far from this sweaty
jerk errand boy . . . and I tossing smiles
your way all night in that knowing manner—
envy a tide we surfed home to passion . . .

David M Pitchford
18 Nov 2011


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