Strike while hot

I have to be in the mood

To drink 

To smoke

To write

Dance or even to fuck

It's a conscious effort on my part

A stage to set 

With actors and scenes

This shit bar offers few options

The married man staring hard at my tits

The woman in the corner whose husband left her

And the drunk in the corner who pissed himself

But then - just then I see him

He'll do - just the right kind of man 

For tonight - perhaps tomorrow if I don't bore of him 

Mood; like jazz notes hanging

Heavy

In the summer night air 

And if neither of us speaks

Our lines are

Perfect

When you think about how easily it all goes wrong 

It's easier to never begin

Instead we dance

And drink

And fuck 

I'll write until dawn and when the sun is on the avenue below

He'll leave

And I am alone again

Maybe I'll be lonely again 

Sometime 

Or maybe not

It's easier to never start

But sometimes 

The mood catches me 

And I'm fucked