Bar Creep

Two stools down he says
Let me hold you like a boa constrictor

And you say
Nothing

For a while and
He grins and grins

And you sip your drink
Try to ignore

But he moves one stool closer
You can smell him now

Sense his stench--
He says Baby

You need a daddy
And you say My daddy's dead and so are you

He orders his seventeenth
You forsake your fourth

The walk to the car is long, long
But you get home under a pink blanket

Ravel lulling you into the dark
The night the only friend who has no face.

© 2002 Jeffrey S. Callico

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