Poem: Coral Gables Singles Bar

Love affairs and fights,
swift sizings-up.
The tension makes us drink too fast,
which is fine with the owner.
Everybody who is anybody
Some dance like frying fat
under the every-year-more-bored eyes
of the band.
Others hang out on the edges,
trading nervous questions
for evasive answers.
How many times
must we be young?