Blind Date

Blind Date The restaurant table was like the Sea of Galilee as she sat on the other side of the white linen ocean guarding her food and gaze her expression said Genghis Khan was coming to dinner so I could tell she didn’t like me and I knew then we would never make love, or make up, or cook together or argue or take selfies and when we had finished eating and staring into the sea I walked her to her car in her CIA coat and sensible shoes and she didn’t arrest me because of what I was thinking well… she didn’t like me did she? and that’s the way it was as she drove away and the dirty moon looked down like an uncle and bathed my whiskers and that’s the way it was