Bare and Tender

Behind the bar I was poised and

Heads and shoulders above the noise and

Awaiting their selection of poisons

But no one seemed surprised

No averted eyes

As I shook their Zombies and Mai Tai’s

They seemed pleased

Not a bit unappeased

As I mixed their Long Island Teas

They were unabashed

Didn’t bat a single lash

As I poured their sour mash

Not one missed a beat

Or ran for the street

As I jiggered on the rocks and neat

Ruffians didn’t glare in anger

For me there was no danger

As I built the Harvey Wallbanger

The lady wasn’t blushin

Only man crushing

As I rolled her White Russian

Lovely girls weren’t cryin

Only lustfully eyeing

My masterful blue Hawaiian

Not a comment of “Look how small”

Only their grasping and gasps of awe

As I made it Against The Wall

They seemed to know the plan

As I added a splash of cran

For my perfectly pink Cosmo politan

Even a smile had Miss Mabel

Seated alone at her bar table

As I poured her a fuzzy navel

They all stuck around

Without a plaintive sound

Was that a Salty dog or a Greyhound?

Things they did not get hairy

An insult there was nary

As I tossed that Bloody Mary

I didn’t feel shy

I met their eye

And poured those shots of rye

They still beseech

Not too much peach

In their Sex On The Beach

Large tips were amassed,

Many digits they were passed

Even though this bartender was…bare assed

Though my rocks were on display

And my stir stick was not put away

Yet I won the day

And then a cough awoke me

The reality almost broke me

No one there to stroke or provoke me

The dream and guests had departed

I was yet lone and broken hearted

And worst of all…I was still in my pajamas.