A New Poem

He wasn't
exactly
a hustler

but he had
an easy way
with women

and a hard
time with whiskey
and told a

funny joke.

He never
ever chased them
or even thought...


Sometimes
in the bars they'd
slide on over

and fall
in love with
the words

that he spoke.
With the poems
about other

women.

He would sit
and talk and smile
in that

way that he had.

Later, sometimes,
he would take them
to their beds

but it was
only the booze that
he cared for.

The next night
would bring a different
bar, another girl,

a new poem.