We leaned against the theater building
as if we were waiting in line for tickets, but
the show got out over an hour ago and
I’m still waiting for you to take me to dinner. So
I un-roll the program and re-read the same
We are under a broken streetlight, but down
the corner to my right is another couple waltzing
in a lit pool.
My red 034 lips part and I click my heel even faster.
And your tie is blowing in the air and you are still
whistling at an empty street
trying to hail a taxi, but you are not from this
wind blown town and I’m just watching you
inhale even harder. But now, the couple is tripping
over their laughter and I am growing jealous of
their Brunello laced evening.
And I think they too missed the show.