Pool Hall

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, "You want to hear the tale
of my misspent youth...?" 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"
she 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...