Gentleman's Club
With feline grace
and feral eyes
a ponytail
of raven hair
bouncing, bouncing
waitress tall
wisp of skirt
spaceship heels
weaves among
tiny tables
tray held high
in a disco sky
ice cubes tinkling
a lioness amused
by eyes of prey
never brushes
a single shoulder
as men drink up,
reach for money.
Perhaps she will.
Let's have another.