Tipped the cue, felt the weight of it,
chalked the tip good and blue, dropped
a coin into the slot, racked the triangle,
placed the white ball on the spot,
clocked the notes:
Twenty's down to see the truth -
A Hustle?
Cute!
Crack! - what a shot - Phew!
Tipped my hat to my misspent youth..."Woman??"
she says, "Where the hell on sweet planet earth
did you learn to shoot??"
Spots or Stripes?
"Stripes" - she's not my type,
fingers stroke the green,
chin down, strike a rocket,
sink one in the top corner pocket,
chalk the cue, "Jack?"
roll the cue ball behind the black,
"Ice?" roll a smoke for later round the back.
"Good snooker...quite the knack"
chalks up, leans in, skews the white, jumps
the black, hits the Spot!
Knocks her 2 right into the sack!
"You too, not bad either. Nice pot."
Whiskey and nicotine, strike a match,
she downs the shots...like the Pool-hall-hustler
of my dreams - she's not my type,
fingers stroke the green..
