Connie's the Women Without a Ticket
Connie's The Women Without A Ticket
I sit at a bar, starring at other couples
I admit I had a few
No, not relationships
But a few beers to ease the pain
Today's not any different
I keep starring at the couple across the bar
There's chemistry
A subject that's foreign to me
He keeps kissing her neck
And her eyes sparkle wide, she plays the role
And I become incessant
Why can't that be me
Why can't I have affection
Where's my ticket
I see the bartender walking by
He's wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans
My mouth awes and gapes
How I wish I catch a fly
Or receive me a free pass
On his train, thru and thru
Yet should he ponder about my baggage
1/17/24
connie pachecho
Note-For today's exercise, I did go to a bar. And drank And drank. And toasted a poem I wanted to say. I write wild without inhibitions, quickly, and without reservation. Yes it reads like a confession because it is.
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2023
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