So You're Here

hi, you ready for the next drink?
a couple of minutes
hi, (silence) got to make this out
a triumph for anything
was it?
i guess not
take your time
will you do me a favor
hmmm
millions, ... there is a baby, , ,
would you mind going out
again
and saying that you are mistaken?
take it easy
i'll tell.
(goes out and closes the door)
steps are coming
dark room, narrow alley,
white floors,
motors running.
i mean it baby
you're the only one.
thank you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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