I'm in T.G.I. Friday's with my daughter
who's everything a man could desire,
young, blond, poised, smart, stunning,
& horny enough to start a fire...
Naturally, she's gay.
She and I are waiting for chicken wings
& sipping beers in this straight bar
watching groups of women prance by.
Audrey is into
exactly the same type of woman I am
& we track each target
with identical radar systems
until she daintily sits down
then our eyes lock and we both nod.
We are in this bar sipping Buds
& sucking chicken wing bones
looking around to see
if anyone is glancing back.
Audrey, who is not only hot,
but beautiful enough to bedazzle
a fire department,
is checking out all the same women I am
& thinking similar thoughts...(I guess)
On the way out, Audrey and I,
we hit on the foxy young cashier.
Charm her--father and daughter.
She says she gets off at 7:30,
& we say
we'll be back to getcha!
Later, all laughing,
we squeeze into my Corvette.
I can't believe what we've started.
Can't wait to see what will occur
when my daughter
who's hot and clever
& me warm up this straight chick.
And I haven't the damnest idea
what will happen
nor who is going to end up
doing what to whom, and
this poem had
just a few more stanzas?
(previously appeared in Poetry SuperHighway, Sept. 1997)