Shawna Lee's intro

I come to these bars,
alone to have
a beer at the end
of the day, to sift
through the day's
detritus, get my mind
away from the puter
and change gears
for familial duties.

I joke with the waitresses
tip well and look
past the dancers
seeing only body parts
moving on the stage
always refusing
private dances.

Shawna Lee was different
attractive in an exotic way
small breasts, full hips
and just a whisper of hair round her sex
a tiger tattoo on her right breast
a nail ring in her navel
the trace of a bikini C section
cross her slightly rounded stomach
long auburn hair
and an intense off center
smile as she flashed her pussy
through all three songs
then worked the patrons
who come for dances
leaving me alone.

One afternoon she appeared
with her ball python
I'm not normally impressed
by exotics but they were good.
A few days later, thing were
slow and she came to chat
smelling of sweet MaryJane
an aroma, I'd almost forgotten
then she danced so close
almost a dry fuck while suggesting
that this might be arranged.

I backed off, pleading marriage
but sometimes we'd chat
she was going to take
a puter course
and about children,
she worked the early
shift to be home for her
daughter to whom she'd never
say "You can't be or do that"


Weeks flow together
sometimes she'll dance
usually I lack cash.
One day I give her a poem
say her bellybutton's
mixed up with the rest,
she's touched
a first, she says
ans that when she wrote
her life story, which was
sure to be a bestseller
could I do the intro.
Oh and by the way,
she was going be
away a bit, subpoenaed
to a murder trial.

Now I'm slow but not
stupid and moved to
another bar, just didn't
want to be involved.

But I said
I'd write an
into here
it is.