back alley meeting–10am

It’s night time once more
and I’m just leaving my place
I’m on the prowl once more
for something that will satisfy
my soul

It’s storming out
perfect
just heightens
the desire
the chase
the game

I know what I’m looking for
I know what I need
I also know where this night
will end

Dodging around puddles
listening to the cracks of thunder
that fill me with such yearning
I’m almost there

There it is-
my destination is that door
hardly noticed
non-descript, ordinary
door

Three knocks and I’m in
my coat has been taken
and I’ve been shown my table
in the corner, quiet
private

“What will it be tonight Ma’am?”

I barely glance-
I’m not in the mood for
a drink

“The usual.” I snap
and he runs off, eager to
do my bidding

“Hello, Ma’am” He waits quietly
for my attention
My look
My instruction

I glance at him
He’s cute
In an adorable way
Self assured
confident
but a little too cocky
and I know how to deal
with him.

“You’ll do. Follow.”
standing up we left

Outside the rain is lighter now
the terms have been agreed on
and the payment exchanged
this is where the night will end

One thought on “back alley meeting–10am

  1. What a powerful poem! You’re clearly in control all the way through, and the gradual unravelling of the narrative (undertaken so slowly) only heightens and tension of our desire to know. Noir runs through this. Beautiful.

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