Wednesday Drama

Stepping into the usual haunt
bartender smiles and pours my shot
before my ass hits my seat
I toss the liquor down
and signal for another
feeling that alcoholic warmth in my belly
Music blares from speakers in the back
"When are you going to buy me a drink?"
asks a tattooed tramp
She has been trying for weeks
to get in my bed
"You know I want you to take me home"
I smile and laugh
"Another time maybe"
I say
"The world is too full of shit right now
for a one night stand, plus haven't you slept with
all my friends?"
"Fuck you asshole" she growls back
"You think you're such hot shit, you never go
home with anyone"
"I bet you're queer!"
Here we go again
these barfly's don't take rejection well at all
"All poets are queer. You stand up there reading poems
about some girl with flaxen hair that no one knows.
She probably doesn't even exist."
I just looked at her
"Well say something, asshole!"
Slinging back my second shot
and wiping the back of my hand across my mouth
"You know this isn't the way to get me to fuck you" I shoot back
looking stunned she steps in reverse
and slaps me across the face
"Asshole" she screams one last time
and moves on to her next target
The bartender gives me a sly smile
and shakes his head
I order another drink
and think about you
You, who I would sell my soul for
If the devil didn't already own it