Orry I Kept You Waiting

Orry I kept you waiting.

I didn’t notice the guy raving on the subway platform behind me.

I didn’t notice the crowd opening up.

He came at me arms wind milling. 

I didn’t notice the train pulling up to station at that same moment.

I was thinking of you, your ass in bright red thong panties,

hidden by the pretty black cocktail dress that you are wearing just for me

as you sit at the hotel bar.

In an instant I was sprawling in the empty space above the tracks.

Still thinking of your ass, until the impact of the train, and that

should have been the end of the story,

but my intentions would not allow my soul to leave this body,

and so, to the consternation of the other subway patrons,

I arose from the tracks, quite dead, gorey and bleeding

in order to make our appointment. 

I shuffled down the street, the people parting in front of me,

as they had for my assailant. 

As I passed the mirrored window front of a bank,

I caught sight of my ghoulish reflection,

and though I was dead,

I knew that I needed cleaning up. 

The welcoming stripes of a barbershop summoned me from the street

I groaned for assistance and was directed to a chair

by a hipster with handlebar mustache and a man bun.

With a spray and wipe down,

the application of various powders and tonics,

I was presentable, somewhat.  

I shambled on to the hotel.

Upon my arrival the bar cleared out. 

Your bartender, the gay guy with a silver pompadour  

was unmoved by my entrance and stood a martini glass on the bar.

‘Took you long enough,’ you declare.

 ‘I am s orry I am such a state.  Will you still have me?’

‘Have a drink my love, I’ll have a another

and then we will consummate our meeting.’

‘But I am ruined.’

‘Well then you’ll just have to ruin me.”