She caught the view of my man
Thinking he did not fit the style
Of the punk rock show
She told him as I listened,
“You do not seem the type
To come to this place.”
I was out of her focus
Then slowly came forth
I think I stunned her conquest
Letting her know he is my man.
She drank shots of Whiskey
I told her I drank Makers Mark
She told me,
“Jack Daniel’s is the best choice!”
She instantly bugged me
I moved my man away,
We started a short friendship
And talked away’
To the pounding of music.
As the slam pit was rocking
Doctor Know blasted on.
She told me she was Jewish
I told her I followed the Goddesses
She was irritated and so was I
Yet we talked about age, religiosity
And being raised and born in the same town.
She spoke,
“Did you know that I am crazy?”
I told her she was not.
As the band played on
And then a slammer knocked her to the floor.
We all helped her up
And I slipped a clear crystal bracelet on her wrist
Then we walked away.
As the show ended
She tossed over on the bar
Some Chanel N°5
In a small, elegant container.
Yes, this was for me.
I guess as a Jew,
She said,
She cannot have tattoos.
“Wondered why I would do that?
Symbols on the skin.”
As I think of her now
I liked her a lot
She was wild and held the boys
That came by
As they rounded the pit.
They smiled
we laughed.
If she is crazy
Then I guess I am too!

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