Brewsters

In the back of Brewsters where I always sit watching the ladies dance weaving their way through the gray cigarette smoke clicking curves as the strobe light dances with them Gloria serves up the intoxicating mixes and teases the horny hopefuls who know they haven't a snowball in hells chance the music thumps as Manny pummels another joker who had a bit too much as the hour of closing draws near she slides by my table and smiles an invitation I've been noticing her noticing me as her 3rd partner heads to the head leaving an opening for a 4th not one to pass up an opportunity I move onto the floor and quickly work up a sweat that blends with the rising inferno 'Smooth Operator' ends the chaos and our bodies are now one speaking in sighs and moans of what is now obvious this dance will not end at the end of this song Gloria winks again as I grab my jacket from the back of the chair the smoke parts as we make our escape

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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