who would of thought
would break off from a
hotel lobby full
of artist-hippie-proletarian french travelers
to ask me on an elevator
where's a good place for coffee
i
know pickup lines when i hear them
and
believe methis wasn't one
my own non-expert palate
staying sheepishly silent
after the pissy new york coffee experience
next door
which just about drove me
to abstinence
--- e b bortz
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)
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