Nice evening following running
of the 141st Preakness. Bet two
tracks today but made no hay.
Hey, what can a guy say? So I
took myself out for Saturday
evening to The Bell Tower for
pork loin, wine and good time.
Sat myself down at far end of
bar and bar tending was a star.
Marie holding court tending bar.
Looked at same old menu then
handed back to Marie with bag
of pot on top. "I hope to enjoy
dinner as much as you will enjoy
this." Off to put in my order in a
place live with disorder when a
young thing next to me whispered
in my ear, "nice to meet you and to
amuse. Read you on The Bronx Tao
and want to be your muse!" She be
looking hot on the spot and how in
this wide wide world could refuse?
Hoping it was not a ruse' said very
politely how can I refuse?
We drank wine and no hard booze
and she told me about loving to
listen to The Blues. Back of mind
still out fishing for clues because
she could work me over until I blew
fifty amp fuse! That that is possible
is really old news. Tomorrow is a
Sunday and won't be found sitting
in a church pew. Not this fun loving
South Bronx Jew! Then she again
whispered in my ear, "just want to
be your muse........"
Asked in cab going home if she was
out for the night to roam. Said she
brought her special foam and told
me she would make me laugh and
then moan. She is bad to the bone!
Being picked up by young woman
I absolutely condone. Life is good.
She was comfortable in morning
with feet up, drinking coffee and
watching an old movie on t.v.
She said, "come on over here to
me and show you how happy here
I am to be!" Then whispered in my
ear, "your muse I just want to be!"
Dreaming on two of Barry's Better
Brownies is always worth the trip!
Barry McChangky QUACK!