Memoirs Of Another Time, Part 3 Poem by Charles M Moore

I sat for a moment
with no where to go
the car wipers struggling
to wipe off the snow
five hours to kill
I need something to eat
so I went to a cafe
I knew up the street

Gino's was popular
that time of night
with truckers and bikers
all looking for fights
hard men and floozies
all trying to make deals
I sat in the corner
to have a quiet meal

Angie came over
she'd worked there for years
and was still quite attractive
for one in her years
she was also untouchable
this much I knew
inside connections
with Gino's home crew

She said'Hiya soldier'
'What will you have'
and bent over low
so I just saw her bra
I tried not to notice
and said 'Hiya' back
'Can I have a coffee
and some kind of snack'

She said 'For you darling
I'll fix it myself'
'One of my specials
from under the shelf'
'Not drinking tonight' Huh? '
'You got somthing planned? '
'I hope that she's worth it'
'Your my kind of man'

Angie walked off
with a swing in her hips
the chill was now leaving
my fingers and lips
I felt in a puzzle
with Claire, and who's Jim?
Should I pick them up?
What did she mean to him? .

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