Gigs

Sunday, March 10, 2019

Eavesdropper

She sat quietly with a dirty martini 
And welcomed us to her empty table for six
Mindlessly flipping pages in her magazine 
And eavesdropped on our chat about trips and jazz and love
While we waited for our whiskey to finish
Then, with an eyeful of hope
She gathered her coat,
Touched your shoulder
And said, "Thank you"


 
   

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