And then she was there
a strong french beer and a whiskey by her hand
not a beauty but lovely
black hair full and gathered up
soon we talked
she worked in a shoe-shop
soulless she said
not seeing the joke
hates it she said hates their feet
“Are you married?” she said catching my ring
“Yes” I said “and happy”
“I’ll have another drink” she said
“Allow me, be my guest”.
She ordered a strong French beer and a whiskey
“I like to drink” she said.
She moved next to me
her hair long and black
now falling down her back
the sheen of horses running
I saw in her the eye of the child
then she tied it up
“Jane Austen Hair” I said.
“What do you mean?” she looked
“I mean like a character in a book”.
“What do you have that’s cheap?”
She said her glasses dead.
“We have a beer”
“I’m broke” she said
“That will be two dollars please”.
Said Shona on the bar.
“Will you be ok going home?” I said.
As she wobbled on her seat.
“You cheap bastard?”
Suddenly the monster showed
“You total bastard you will never see me here.”
When I returned
she was gone
only the napkin stayed on the bar
all that was left
of the girl
with the Jane Austen Hair.
This is a poem written about an encounter in my bar in Brooklyn, New York.