Aneeqa Chaudary Poetry

In the back of Brewster's
where I always sit
watching the ladies dance
weaving their way
through the gray cigarette smoke
clicking curves as the strobe light
dances with them
Gloria serves up the intoxicating mixes
and teases the horny hopefuls
who know they haven't a snowballs chance
the music pumps as Manny pummels
another joker who had a bit too much
and tried to sneak a handful under a micro mini
first rule at Brewster's: Never test Manny
as the hour of closing draws near
she slides by my table and smiles an invitation
I've been noticing her noticing me
as her 3rd partner heads to the head
leaving an opening for a 4th
not one to pass up an opportunity
I move onto the floor
and quickly work up a sweat
that blends with the rising inferno
'Smooth Operator' ends the chaos
and our bodies are now one
speaking in sighs and moans
of what is now obvious
this dance will not end at the end of this song
Gloria winks again as I grab my jacket
from the back of the chair
and the smoke parts as we exit.

Poet: T. Owen Stark