No sale

(Girl in the black dress at the Red Baron December 27, 1978)

Seated on a bar stool

as if a throne, she said,

“So, you want it,”

You want it so bad

You can taste it,

Ache for the flavor of it?

Does it dance on the edge of your tongue?

You’ve have it before, but not from me,

Tearing open blue jeans with your teeth.

You’re so suave, so unique

You handle us all so well,

Or so you say.

I don’t need proof, thank you.

But you if you need it

Then dig it,

I want something, too,

Something else

Something you don’t have,

Something,\

Somewhere,

Someone

Once called love

And like me

It ain’t for sale.

So beat it.”