Jesse

Sliding into the place
with his two by two step,
he grins against the bar
(he knows the need and 
when to find it).

Wiping the beer away 
from stick whiskers,
he shoots a side-glance at me
with those well-traveled eyes
(just like in the movies).

Taking me to one dark side,
he digs out his melting wares
and moves too close -- 
(I can smell him smile).

Reflecting what I try to hide,
he shakes away his mood,
and hands me five for ten.
(then trips out the back way).
 

(written in winter long ago)