There To Play A Different Game
The young man came into the room.
He walked with a confident stride.
It seemed he didn’t come too soon.
The girls stared with eyes open wide.
He made his way to an empty seat.
He was watched the entire way.
He sat down & ordered a drink.
The waitress smiled & left with a sway.
The band started playing an oldie.
A number of people got up to dance.
One girl said “I’m going to see.”
She walked by & looked at his hand.
No ring was noticed on his left ring finger.
He is either single or removed the ring.
There was no lighter than a tan line that lingered.
That means he must be here for a fling.
The band played more songs.
He did not ask anyone to dance.
He sat there for far too long.
The girls were getting ants in their pants.
After an hour & a couple of drinks,
he got up and left the place.
The girls all said “That sure stinks.”
They were wondering if he had what it takes.
For several nights the act was repeated.
Regulars were at a total loss for words.
Finally, one girl asked him what he needed?
He said he was just there to hear his brother play.
Seems his brother was in the band.
It was his first paid session.
He told his brother “Take a stand.”
“I’ll be there to support your lesson.”
The girl just blushed and walked away.
She didn’t know what to say or do.
Seems all good looking men who stay
are not there to make a score too.————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)