Smoke veiled the crowded room
The air thick, smelling whiskey
The jukebox blaring country music.
I sat in a corner, hidden from the shimmer
Almost like a ghost, disguised in the dark.
The snow out the window, mild and crisp
Building up to cover the hoods
Lights from the traffic buzzing around.
There she hopped, out of her car
A red Cadillac, cigarette in hand.
Long legs parading in clicking high heels
The flicker of her lighter sparking up eyes
Making heads turn, words hanging mid-air.
Oh she’d never notice, this shrouded soul
Concealed in the corner, oblivious to the world.
As she walks past, I bury my eyes in beer
Oops! She stops, pulling the chair across
One leg on the other, blowing out the smoke.
‘How are you?’, the words come my way
As I tilt to see her eyes, naughtily sedating.
‘Oh, good!’, I stutter, heart failing to beat
The hair on my arms standing upright
‘How good?’, she chuckles, a wink on its way
The gloomy clown just walked away.