The Door

The door was open
And in he came
Swinging hips
Pouting lips
Grand look of contempt
With no attempt
To hide his disdain
This queen had no shame!

The door was ajar
And in she came
Cropped hair,
Braces
With no faint trace of femininity
She looked right through me
At the painted lass drinking
Coffee and Brandy
Coffee and Brandy

The door slammed shut
Stormed in with a strut
Of lazy confidence
His Beard and Gear
And manly good cheer
Would warm the room
With pint in hand
The workman stands
And takes in the scene.

The door creaked
Quietly sneaked
In the married man
Harrowed by his lies
To lie, for a night
In the arms of the Workman
The secret life
Unknowing wife
He sits in the shadow.

The door was flapping
Topshop trappings
And fragrance masking
The musk of a man,
Aloof.
Blindly seeking the truth,
Alco-pops and cropped locks.
And mouth never stops!
And the party resumes

The door it was closed
The bitter taste of old
And resentful cold, lazy eyes.
The lost soul tries
To capture distant years
But the dried on lonely tears
Have left cracks
Furrowed tracks
How the world has changed
He longs for the old days
With the freedom of contemporary ways.

The door blew wide
And so approached the couple
In search of lustful trouble
Eyes dart
Alert
Smirk an smile and hunt
The workman, the twinks,
The orange tan.
Imbide their drinks and crave their
Isolated kinks

The door keeps me in
The door let me out
This room full of strangers
Danger and pleasure
Familiar faces, phased together;
Commonality, profanity,
Vanity and insanity .
I watch from my corner
Drinking Whiskey and shandy
Whiskey and shandy