There She Goes Again - Local Bar Poetry

At a local bar with friends, laughing and singing, we’re talking about things we don’t quite understand. Coming from all walks of life, we’re a mix of workers and tourists, snowbirds and purists. Someone shouts out, 'Give us another round! Let’s pound another down!' And then someone says, 'There she goes again.' A hot, petite blonde is chatting up a good-looking man. There she goes again; he looks like he wouldn’t mind being hustled, and he probably could use a one-night stand. As the night continues at the local bar, before I shift gears and make my move, I'll be a good pal and call my Lyft. 'Give me a shot of mezcal,' I think, confident that I have a shot with her before last call. There she goes again, there she goes again.