Nighttime at Phillies

by Lucy Small

I put on my bright red lipstick,
My favorite dress,
And curled my hair.
Now here we are,
Sitting in Phillies on a Saturday night.

My hat on, sitting next to her.
I place my hand on hers
As she sips her coffee.
I glance at her beautiful face;
After ten years I love her still.

My back to the window.
A thousand more dollars gone,
Not a penny left in the bank.
I look across the bar;
I wish I had a girl too.

I pull the collar of my white uniform.
The clock slowly ticks by,
Almost time for closing.
The lady motions for a refill,
The coffee filling her cup the only noise.