Divorcees

behind the patrician we're drinking
beer we stole from the front bar
cigarette butts by the fire escape
watching the stars
and they're fading, the dancers
came here in their frost covered saloons
spinning their bodies creased skin
drinking lime and tonic through straws
Tuesdays and Thursdays, sequins, satin and stereos
they dance in tandem strap up shoes
spinning through the rodeo requiem
and hell the dark haired, pin stripe shirt, middle man romeo
you got to wonder where they had their first drinks?
what their kids would say, pressing the hips
into the dark jeans and the dried skin on the lips
now their heading for the front door
out to the car park, into the backseat
melting the windows in the heat