Two A.M. Poem

I told a stranger about you last night in a dim place where people only need to know the name of what bottle they're drinking no others really matter all are seeking the same its a cure a temporary fix after all who wants to be lonely tonite the old gal I'm talking to fancies me I wish she'd quit rubbing my leg she keeps buying me my tonic mixed by a vixen who's shirt is too tight she is sucking in my words like a vampire I told her all the passion and romance all your talents the beauty you have how I let you down and how you did it without me she ask questions and I indulge in a full highlight of your life its 2am the vixen behind the bar turns the lights on we know our time is up the old gal and I look in each others eyes and she says, I wish I was twenty years younger you deserve better than what you got