Wicker Bar Stools
Alex LeGrys
Her music reminds
me a little of
wine somehow,
it’s mature and
not so far gone
yet not
the most practical
or even the best
in large quantities
mid-forties,
but she can
still swing better
than any of us
ever can or
could
or will
she gets you
right up
by the bartender,
making you
weak as a
teenage boy
she’s got
Joyce in her
handbag and
she doesn’t even
need a low-cut
top for you to stare
Costello comes on
again, and you ask
for an extra
olive in a martini
to show you have
an interesting,
Mediterranean
taste
you both love
the New Yorker,
you admit your
weakness for their
little cartoons,
but she actually
reads the articles
she doesn’t
play with her
hair. actually,
she doesn’t play
with anything.
except you.
but is that
what she’s doing?
you don’t know.