"Another shot please 'tender
Sadly I can still see straight.
I know it’s sad to drink alone,
But the hour is growing late.

The young lass on the dancefloor,
Would you send her drink of choice?
But don’t claim it came from me,
I do not wish to hear her voice."

Her long straight hair was rhythmic,
Swaying sweetly to and fro.
Her dance, entranced, hypnotic.
And her smile! What a show.

She swirled, and twirled, my heart unfurled
Lost in her own sweet world.
Her hair was burled, her smile pearled
Around her finger I was curled.

Sipping suds as I was pensive,
Lonely, latching to the bar.
I heard the softest “thank you”
Emanating from afar.

I did not think much of it,
And so responded with a wave.
The 'tender learned over to me,
Asked “would you like to know her name?”

All I mustered was a pithy grin
And I showed them empty pint.
“Moose green and a walker please.”
I asked to move the night.

I was stopped halfway through musings,
By two fingers in a tumbler,
With all this liquor in my locker,
I would soon be just a mumbler.

Sheepishly I returned the thank you,
I assumed who sent the drink.
Again, softly, came “no worries.”
With the accent of a wink.

This small dive was nearly empty,
Nothing’s festive on a Monday’s eve.
We few souls were synced in sipping,
Seeking solace, I believe.

The music playlist was handcrafted,
By the dancefloor Angeline.
I’ll admit I too was moving,
My foot like a tambourine.

“Just g’over for a dance, you fool!”
The tender leaned in with a grin.
I’m not saying it’s a contest,
But I stood no chance to win.

I knew last call was coming,
Soon the shrill old bell would chime.
But here I was lost to myself,
And I wait with ticking time.

I denied myself to lonelity,
I’ll not disturb the dancing queen.
I refuse to make a frown replace,
The right prettiest smile I’ve seen.

Like a top that was unwinding,
Her magic movement came to close,
Thanks to unfathomable foolity,
To my stool my tongue was froze.

I saw the door close behind her
As she left with just a glance,
“Sorry friend,” said the 'tender,
“I think you’ve missed your chance.”

“I know,” said I, “I’m worried,
That her reciprocity weren’t true.
And her sending me a drink,
Was just a social cue.”

'Tender rubbed their brow frustrated,
While the last call bell was rung.
So quietly I sipped in silence,
As my final pint begun.

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