I am at a stop light in a rental car.
There is a gorgeous gal in the car behind me,
but I have resolved to believe
these creatures are out of my league.
Maybe ten years ago
I would've had the courage to talk
to that girl in Minnesota
who gave me the elevator eyes.
Now I just think I am too old
and too fat and too ugly to attempt
any gesture as an advance on ardor
and this my not be a bad thing.
Because dating sucks
and eventually leaders to love
which always lead to the trouble of caring
and I have no time for caring.
I have my post poetry show hookups
and that has suited me just fine
every other month or so,
and then I hit the road for another town.