Seven descended on the table Away from the crowd He sat in the middle, Back to the wall Surveying the scene
She approached, Young, pert, saucy Ready to please Ready for banter, the bluster
He watched her come Stride across the room To take his order
Did she really hear it His thoughts expressed By her young lips “Nice teeth?” She asked
“No, No” “I said Iced Tea”
Oh, but it was too late The comrades were ready Eager to jibe and jab To dis’ his blurt of thought In too public view
Ordering fell apart, Cascade upon torrent Variations lost - You get what I give ya - Refuge needed
Ah, yes - Chicken Quesadillas, dear sweet friend
Oh, yes, my dear listener It was a signal, an assertion His standard fare; but oh so much more That night When nice teeth Became the watchword Throughout our night.
Vacation
Time off Time away Time to recharge To fight another day
Fun and sun On the run To the park To the beach In the car We’ll go far
Happy still Need to Chill July to August Ready to deal With September To December