gangster and moll
they were the club’s power couple
Fred was the owner of the Gaslight Lounge
where men showed they were men
and guns settled things in disturbing ways
Shelly had walked in on a Tuesday six months ago
with her azure blue eyes and her winsome ways
Fred played it nonchalant, acted cool towards her
we bartenders knew it meant he was insanely interested
Shelly has one of those stories she is not sharing
we did not know a thing about her, except that she was on his wavelength
if Fred wore yellow, Shelly would appear wearing the same exact color
she had a second sense about him; it was uncanny and unnatural
they dillydallied around each other for a few months
we all saw the night they fell in love; it was kismet
as if they had lived several lifetimes together,
they came together like two flames of the same bonfire
they are together now, intense and passionate
both ready to pull a gun on anybody and everybody
we bartenders serve them quickly
ready to duck from flying bullets or sparks at a second’s notice
They are volatile up and ready for action.
Gangster and moll, twin flames,
they have shot up this place twice
in the last two weeks.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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