Suited and booted he sat waiting there
Perched
on the edge of his seat, restless
He
sat watching the great clock hands moving
Slowly
as they ticked off the minutes
His
palms sweated and his heart pounded
As
he waited beneath the great clock face
He
asked himself “what was he doing”?
A
blind date what was he thinking, madness
He
was too old for blind dates far too old
Why
did he agree, what would they talk about
He
wasn’t young, he wasn’t cool, he was
More
Wilson Philips than Wilson picket
But
there she was not too young and lovely
His
mouth was dry and he felt a bit faint
“I
was terribly nervous about tonight”
She
said putting him straight at his ease
She
slipped off her coat effortlessly
With
an easy grace and elegance
When
he took off his coat, he hit his arm
On
the wall, hit a woman on the back
And
knocked over a lamp, she laughed
Sympathetically
and she bad him sit
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