shooting craps with frank..

by tattooedbeatmessiah - Libra

8:45pm 
thursday night
and 
i'm sitting in 
a rundown bar that doesn't
even have a name,
just a little red neon sign
saying beer,
sipping black jack
with a hint of coca-cola
from a 3 finger glass filled
with three ice cubes
and 
the girl next to me is
telling me about her ex
but
i'm not listening,
just nodding
and
every once in awhile
i say 
"oh, really"
absently
and
smile
or 
frown
depending on the story...
i think about leaving
when she asks me about me
and i reply,
i'm 41
fat 
divorced 
with a six year old son
who's at his mothers tonite,
i live alone 
two blocks from here
in a 1 bedroom apartment
with a fish named frank,
wanna fuck?


she finishes her beer
and says,
thought you'd never ask....

sometimes lady luck smiles...
Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2011-07-01 16:16:14
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:47:17
Poem ID: 72233

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