Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Loose Change in a Bar

The look in your eyes,
I looked to own-it,
so I test drove-it.
Passion blinking, I knew what you were thinking.
Puckered lips, taking puckered sips,
sour drink and a whiskey hit.

Taste test, met West, love blessed,
we both like the Yankees and despise the Mets.

While I search pocket twine,  
Love looking for change
I find, in the nick of time, no nickels, but you, my dime.


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