Lonely Ladies Poem by Gero Lorna

They come together every
evening and sit at
a table for two.
Facing those young, old; black white;
high school graduates
those in pre-school.

No female recieving a smile
but the man a flirtatous stare.
A side bar conversation
between the two, a bet to see
who dares.

No rings upon their fingers
to suggest that they are
wed.
Three inch heels, a tight
fitting skirt, bright lipstick
a shade of red.

An interruption made by
friends who noticed the
ladies right away.
A hurried conversation
with no invites asking
them to stay.

With the day now
ending and their third
cup of coffee stale.
An evening of collaboration
awaits the two
discussing how tomorrow
they will prevail.


-Lorna-