Terry Collett

Gold Star - 22,625 Points (13/12/1947 / LONDON)

Checkout Meet. - Poem by Terry Collett

There was this dame
at the checkout yesterday
Henry said
blonde hair greying
oval face
and black-framed glasses
and those kind of eyes
that pop out at you
in the dark

and?
I said

and she smiled
the kind of smile
that said I don't smile
that often these days

then what?
I said

then I smiled too
the kind of smile that said
I know what you mean
I don't much either

then what?
I said

then she packed her
purchases away in her bags
and paid the cashier
some young girl
with diaper marks
still on her ass

so?
I said

so she walked past me
giving that look that said
I get lonely at times
maybe pop around
and see me some time
and her ass kind of swayed
in these pale blue pants

and then what?
I said

I looked at her and said
give me a ring
on your lonely nights

how did she get your number?
I said

o
Henry said
I passed it to her
inside my lonely head.

Topic(s) of this poem: shopping


Comments about Checkout Meet. by Terry Collett

  • Marianne Reninger (1/13/2016 9:55:00 AM)


    You've captured a snaphot of everything that's wrong in our modern society; that lack of direct communication that just creates loneliness and misery; that could be solved with some individual courage and verbal honesty. I think that is what poets try to do; verbalize the thoughts of all peoples. I know, I know, as a friend once told me Poetry is a dangerous thing... Marianne Larsen Reninger (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 13, 2016



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