I met her at a biker bar

I met her at a biker bar 
(C) 2025 by Russ Dodson

I met her at a biker bar 
somewhere in midtown Monterrey.
She said she was a topless dancer,
working fifteen shifts a day.

She handed me a well-worn token,
said her name was Daisy Mae,
said if I learned to play the game right
I would never have to pay.

I placed the token on the table,
waited for the song to play.
When it started, she stood up;
I watched her body start to sway.

She headed for a dressing room,
looked back and said, "Don't go away."
She returned wearing a costume
meant to lead a man astray.

In pasties and a beaded g-string,
everything was on display.
Her eyes said, "This is all for you, love."
There was nothing more to say.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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