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Shooting Pool
We were down at Henry's bragging
how slight of hand had provided
the latest issue
of " Women - Just for You "
when she came in - half snapped
and our eyes balloned when we noticed
what she didn't have on
under her black v neck sweater
she walked right over to us put her palms on the table
and asked " who want's a game?"
we scrambled a bit magazine changing hands
behind our backs before finally disappearing
and somebody pushed our oldest/tallest forward
crossed our fingers when she gave him a wink
plus a look that we read as "maybe
if you think you're man enough to win"
'cause we knew he would tell us
all the details like he did last weekend
when he spied on his brother
making out with his girlfriend
so we watched her chalk up studied every stride
she took around the table and angled for position
when she leaned over
and damn if she didn't lift her leg
and lay it along the rail
(white sandels and painted nails)
for a shot to the corner pocket
we grinned and snickered when she missed
"if you can figure out which is the que its your turn "
and she stood right next to him
glued her hip to his almost
(he lied and said it didn't bother him)
she whispered something in his ear
and almost fell over laughing
as the white ball sailed off the table
It was game over after that
we just watched
as she ran the table straightened her sweater
cleaned her hands on her demin tight thighs
"thanks for the game boys" she said
as we stood like mute statues
nobody said a word as she left
saw outside the pool hall
some guy waiting
slide his arm into hers
as her laughter
drifted back
over us
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