"Thanks" he says, waving me inside.
Friendly, for bar security.
Scanning the room I choose a seat away from the throng by an open window.
Minutes pass smoking a cigarette: Absorbed in the music,
Enjoying the rumble of straight pipes passing by.
People are being served but tonight I am invisible; Wearing a sign saying "don't patronize me."
Noting it down on my phone, I smoke another cigarette:
Blending into the noise I imagine
I will leave dry, but quenched.
As the cigarette burns down,
Out of the corner of my eye she approaches - Leslie
"Hey! What are we drinking?"
Vodka and grapefruit juice - greyhound.
Appropriate since I spent the last few days thinking about grey.
With a smile Leslie drops the drink off and I suddenly think did she really mean "what are we drinking?"
Should I buy her a drink?
The greyhound is perfect, reviving my dry mouth.
I have already found the love of my life,
I don't care what Leslie may want.
This moment is perfect - acknowledging my satisfaction,
Weightless, the burden gone.
I light my last cigarette, sipping the grey away,
Reveling in life.