Silas Thorne's Journal

She walked in and the barman
called her sister
admiring the shape of her breasts
while he poured her a jug.

I'd already had a few
and the lights were too low.
She gave me a few more, she said,
'cause she liked my singing.

My friends were singing their own songs elsewhere.

Then after a few more,
I realised her hand was on my leg,
and she said 'I just broke up with my boyfriend'
and 'I know a place nearby that's fun'
and 'I want to make a new friend'.

And I saw it was too late,
the lights were too low,
the bar was empty and my friends were gone.
She quickly passed me a note with numbers on it,
and I quickly stumbled out, fell into bed,
throwing it into the wastepaper basket.

And the next time I went in, the barman winked
and made curvy breast motions with his hands,
and asked me how it went.
I smiled, and told him
it didn't go anywhere,
and bought a beer.