SITTING IN A BOOTH
AT PEET'S
PEOPLE IN ONE DOOR
AND OUT THE OTHER
WITH ME
ON THE VERGE
TRYING TO STAY
IN THE MOMENT
WHEN A TALL
LONG-LEGGED GUY
WAITING IN LINE
STRETCHED HIS ARMS
ABOVE HIS HEAD
CLASPED HIS HANDS
AND BEGAN TO TWIRL
WHERE WAS I?
SOLIDLY
IN THE MOMENT
ENJOYING THE EXPOSED
DEFINED CHEST
THE NARROW MIDDLE SECTION
OF A WELL-DEVELOPED
TASTY MALE
I WAS TRANSFIXED
HE WAS OBLIVIOUS
TO THE KINDLING EFFECT
HIS INNOCENT SPINS HAD
ON THE LADIES
YOUNG AND OLD
LESS CAFFEINE
MORE TWIRLING
AND HEALTHIER, HAPPIER
WE'D BE
CAROL HUGHES
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/steve-at-peet-s/
