Love Child

She was the consequence of lust In a cheap room over a bar. He remembered as though it were yesterday. Her naive mother Was only nineteen and single at the time; him? He was married, Separated and twenty-eight. Below, in the bar, the jukebox Was blaring an instrumental Whose deep, bass guitar synchronized with every copulating thrust. The tune ended before the sex And climaxed with a gestation To Diana Ross’s “Love Child.”