Well oiled in a groove
down at the local dive
shes the only one
that looks alive
shes lookin my way
I ask her, ' Whatta ya think? '
' You gonna let me
buy you a drink? '
She slowly nods her head
smiles then winks
I move closer
with a smooth 'Hello'
' My names not Joe or Earl
or Wally or Karl,
but if you're good to me
I'll be with you tomorrow.'
She says to me
'Workin kinda fast,
aint ya, slick? '
' How do I know
this aint some trick? '
' No trick Hon,
but I looked in your eyes
and I felt the heat '
' Theres one thing I think is a sin
to pass up temptation,
cause it might never pass your way again.'
' So lets sip our gin
tell our secrets
and our little lies
share some kisses,
before the sunrise.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem