And I Sipped the Coffee and It Was Good

and I sipped the coffee and it was good, so good; then, a dancing troupe came by, young ladies from Dubai; and they lined the curb, right there in the street, and blinded me with their mouths and intuition; and when they stopped and made to move away, I said, “why not stay a while, it could be fun?” And the smooth-thighed, black-eyed leader jibed, “no, best not, there are other men we wish to tease, and anyway, poets don’t have money,” and they left me with my coffee; and it was good, so good.