Door Number Four
He met her on the dating game,
at a suburban bar scene
Amidst a lot of drinking and dancing,
she whispered adventure was her middle name
Told him that he had pretty blue eyes,
that would look good on her pillow
Said she had a fire starting down below
that needed to be cooled come morning sunrise
In a drunken haze, he didn't know what happened next for sure
He vaguely recall leaving the bar,
being led by her hand, staggering to his car
When he woke up, there was only some key to door number four
Beside him was a note written in lipstick bright cherry red:
it said she had a man, and a spare lover too
But last night, she needed something new
And you promised her a wild ride, but had a flat tire instead
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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